whadda fuck?

I love to make myself sad by spending hours scrolling through a former mutual's blog when they blocked me years ago for reasons still unknown to me despite having had a long deeply homoerotic internet best friendship for like all of middle and high school...... i saw a picture of them for the first time in years and it made me so nauseous thought i might actually throw up fr.... scrolling their blog for little glimpses into the life i've missed that i thought i'd be a part of..... shits fucked up man

It would be freak behavior to make a new blog with a different email address to dm them and ask them what the hell happened right. I cant do that right. No matter how desperately i want to know what if anything i did wrong. I cant do that right. Right.

Talked about this in therapy today lmao

I love to make myself sad by spending hours scrolling through a former mutual's blog when they blocked me years ago for reasons still unknown to me despite having had a long deeply homoerotic internet best friendship for like all of middle and high school...... i saw a picture of them for the first time in years and it made me so nauseous thought i might actually throw up fr.... scrolling their blog for little glimpses into the life i've missed that i thought i'd be a part of..... shits fucked up man

It would be freak behavior to make a new blog with a different email address to dm them and ask them what the hell happened right. I cant do that right. No matter how desperately i want to know what if anything i did wrong. I cant do that right. Right.

I am going to [remembers that jokes about suicide are detrimental to myself and others] Scarborough Fair.

oh cool can u get me parsley sage rosemary and thyme while ur there please?

exiting a uquiz halfway through when it becomes clear the creator's narrow and immature world view and cultural knowledge leaves them totally unequipped to tell me which peanuts character i am with any degree of accuracy or insight

I was 12 years old in 2011.... you could NEVER make me hate stomp clap hey music

i have this awesome skincare routine called picking at my face till it bleeds. its great because it makes my skin way worse in every way and also it hurts

i want all my friends and followers and mutuals and acquaintances to know from the bottom of my heart: i don’t respond to your messages because i’m an insane person, i am insane medieval hermit software running inappropriately on modern queer hardware and social media scares me. it is not your fault

when i get a notifications on my phone i try to kill my phone with a rock

here's a funny conversation topic i had a with a friend: if you're over the age of 25, when's the last time you really *ran* in a panic (like you were late, chasing after something, etc. things like a marathon don't count!) and what was it for?