*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god

Humans evolved cuteness aggression as a trait because cute things deserve to die

let's all have fun because it's better than not having fun

being myself performatively

feeling pretty dissociative and alienated from personhood rn if any bad bitches want to exploit me as a living weapon

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

they are poisoning us today with a thursday poison little do they know we’ve been through a few thursday poisonings so it won’t kill us just yet

i know medical reports have to write things this way, but when i see "dull mood, denies smoking" on my doctor's visit summary i can't help but hear "boring bitch and a croaking liar"

one of the medical reports for my broken leg called me attractive and pleasant, and I haven't let myself read another medical report since because I want to maintain a Schrödinger's cat type situation where the reports might say 'still attractive, would fuck' or they might say 'ugly now, aged poorly' and I'll never know because I refuse to let the wave function collapse into a single reality

This is what it’s all about. Saturday night. At home. Switching between the same 4 apps on my phone. Getting scared.