the baristas know me at the coffee shop i always go to now and idk why but i don’t like it and i get overtaken by the urge to ghost every time someone gets to know anything about me

the worst thing about waking up early is that the one time i actually want to be productive, everything is closed

just found out stassi was obsessed with and inspired by moulin rouge

every time a girl gets a boyfriend an angel loses its wings

i go on tinder and then don’t have the heart to swipe left on some girls but i’m not ready to swipe right yet so i just have to close out of the app

i have dark red nails for the first time in months and i feel like myself again

the way i’m literally repulsed by the thought of dick yet i’m still in denial about being a lesbian

i went to the weed store fully expecting them to be out of carts and for me to have to go ion a forced t break but turn out, they were having a sale and i bought 4 lol

told my psychiatrist how much time i spend in bed everyday and he asked if when im 25 or 30 i’m going to look back and regret not doing more. like damn ik he’s my psychiatrist but i didn’t expect my reclusive tendencies to get called out like that

acting cool and mysterious reading “daydream and drunkenness of a young lady” in the psychiatrists waiting room

working at an er vet on a full moon is not something i’d reccomended

i’m so close to a crash out. i can’t keep seeing people from hs being successful

just realized i wrote the wrong date in all my drug vials and logbooks last night

i was going to post about how i love kirsten dunst but thank god they never did the bell jar movie bc that just doesn’t need to be made tbh then i saw that billie eilish is playing the lead in a bell jar remake and all i can do is laugh bc oh my god

an iced latte, a redbull, and an adderall and i still can’t get out of this chair