#nanablog

I'm waiting for an interviewer to call me back and it makes me feel like a clueless guy after a date.

Reading my diary from last year bc I heard it helps you see patterns. So far I haven't found anything more profound than the fact that I am the craziest bitch alive. Just in general.

My mom and i talking about any moment in our lives: those were some dark times, let's not talk about that.

At my big age I'm having a crisis about the way i present myself. I cannot wear men's clothing because I'm too short and I have a complex about it. I can't wear women's clothing every day because i don't wanna. I'm going to start wearing a franciscan habit.

I put a timer on every social media app i have and it turns out my biggest issues are proofreading shit and contemplating how much i hate a tweet/post/whatever. I'm writing this in one go and i will not edit it or look at it again before posting it.