This is just a place where I write random stuff

I have not one home, but many. Not in a monetary/rich way, but in a way that I do not have a place I call “home”. I stay with various people, in beds familiar and strange. Every place I stay has something to offer, but never enough to keep me satisfied for long. My belongings are spread out among these places I lay my head or kept in my car for the next place to sleep. I carry very little but a lot at the same time. I hold on to too much, not in my hands, but in my soul. A longing for a place of my own, my pillow every night, my room, my kitchen, my living space. My books on the shelves. My pictures on the walls. My flowers in the window. I carry this longing everywhere I go with every step I take, on my way to my next journey.

I do not want to go to college :(

Y’all this is the second time I’ve had Covid this year. This is bs

Wassup guys I’m medicated now

The deep urge to sit on top of the roof while it’s raining right now is alarming

Apparently wearing baggy clothes and sweaters makes me gay??? Like what? This is coming from my straight friends. They’re saying that I’m wearing baggy clothes and guy clothes when I’m a girl, so that makes me gay. like no bro, I’m insecure

Head hurt

Y’all have not been feeling good :)

You know I’m always like “body positivity”, “wear what you want to wear and screw what others think of you” and then I’m like “haha but not for me :)”

I hate that Instagram and Facebook show that you are active and how long ago you were, all that junk. Like bro I’m trying to ghost somebody rn and procrastinate. I’m scrolling on Instagram and I’m getting calls from my group partners for a project that’s due tomorrow. Fear not for I am responsible only at the last minute.

Just got titty tapped (respectfully)