any time my mom asks me something, it's a trap. did i see a branch came down in the yard? yes. WHY DIDN'T I PICK IT UP. like. it's not in the way. it's not a danger. i saw it when i was walking the dog, so obviously i was already doing something with my hands, and i had to leave.
just leave me the fuck alone. i wish i had died on the way home so i wouldn't have to deal with this shit.
and i am dying from fucking cramps and i just want a partner who would make me food and bring me a heating pad. i hate being alive.






















