#freckletooth

i’m too tired to cosplay, and I’m too tired to fight through the anxiety that it takes to hang out with my friends, like everything I do is a chore, and I’m just so tired and I’m in so much pain and I still can’t cry and I just want this to all be over already.

my brother is voting for trump. I had kinda lured myself into a false sense of security that maybe he wasn’t a southern asshole and would maybe be chill with me being who I am but no, he’s a fucking trump supporter, and my sister hates me, and I loved dad but he wasn’t the best either and I just hate that I have no family, and that none of my family supports me except maybe one. like I never expected they would, but maybe if I wasn’t so queer, maybe if I liked guns more, maybe if I was normal

even things that make me happy, make me sad. 

episode #43 of Andru has a panic disorder. It would be nice if my roommate wouldn’t take so much pride in scaring me. Like okay I know I’m skiddish, that’s on me. But you know you are gonna scare the shit outta me anyways why do you have to say “Boo” and laugh for like 15 minutes about it? Like fuck off. 

I forgot you don’t have men sit with their legs spread in dress pants. Does not make for a good photo. 

Wow, ya know I decided to take my therapist/doctor’s advice and work out to help alleviate my depression/SI. AND I CALLED IT, my roommate does that whole “you’re not working out are you?” with that bullshit look. Like working out actually helped but then all that work just got ruined bc he’s gotta say something, like yes I’m working out, you may be able to work a completely sedentary job and eat nothing but Chinese food and stay thin but I can’t.