#sorry babe

I feel bad for my best friend when she asks for gossip when I’m literally isolated as fuck and have nothing to tell her.

probably doing that bc I chose men over it

Rozen asking where the key is and we’re so forgetful we don’t know.

told my girlfriend I'd listen to happy music to subdue the homicidal rage that's taken over me in the past 72 hours or so but ended up listening to hole instead

high and ready to go stand in a crowd in front of a man I've accidentally written into many compromising positions

"oh this is my moot youd get along" you mean, I have to talk to a cool stranger? Someone you like? A stranger, like a STRANGER? a stranger with my exact interests who might think I'm lame as fuck if I talk to them weirdly? ew