Dia

My conscious is guilty today because I let my mum suck up two cockroaches with a vacuum today and also I killed that bug once. How are you?

I am far from catholic now but sometimes I need to put on my cross necklace.

I need to re-evaluate my life. Like no-joke I am going to die at the ripe old age of twenty because I am just so stupid. I have had three neck/back injuries in under a year how does that even happen. One was yesterday because I got stuck stomach down legs and arms up in a cole's shopping trolley- that I took home and precariously pulled down steep hills and roads with the groceries -trying to do a photoshoot after work for my friends. My family tipped me onto an armchair and then dropped me. I have literally shrunk due to spine decompression twice (so am too scared to check again) What is wrong with me. How do I force myself to think before I act. What the fuck.

I am stuck in an odd limbo between my own spin of a niche aesthetic girl blog with an introduction and the whole nines and my own spin of a random shitposting blog where I can tell people do stick a mood ring up their ass if there is no thermometer on hand and I think everybody can tell. Meanwhile the clock is hitting midnight.

Horror fanatics from any other country than australia are not on the same level as us. Why? Our discrepancies in horror hosting shows. I see your puny creature features and I raise you the schlocky horror picture show. Instant and infinite win. You as a nation are weak.

I like when people think they can fuck with me because everything else aside I have been carrying a very large and heavy rock in my pocket for days. They thought I was going to rob a store when I walk in holding it. I just like how smooth it is. I sometimes rub it on my face or do wrist excercise with it.

Jokes over no more thirty-year-olds playing teenagers I want to see a kid who is eight playing a full blown adult. Let's go people make it happen.

It is me and my thousands of locked pinterest boards against the world.

We came back from watching backrooms and my sister only observed through memory. She told us it was bad anyways, my mum told us it wasn't even scary. I wasn't scared, I swear. But I think it was scary. I said "you were scared of the ring" she says "the ring's terrifying, her crawling out haunted me for months". I mock her but we only disagree so I disagree. But I get it now. I am scared of reverting back to what has now spilled. I am scared of never being the same. I am scared of everything of myself and the world going sour and not being able to go away from it because its reality, and all of my being, and fabric, and all of me. I am scared of a house that layers into everything. It is you, It is life, It is all you know, so then it is everything. She is scared of guilt, of a daughter that comes back and doesn't eat dinner.

Just came here to tell you that if I have not been me you have. Haha okay bye now.

The funny thing is I get sluttier when I am in a GOOD mood. I start to get happy and open up the windows and boom I want to go out showing as much boob and bra as possible. You have no business asking me if I am okay on days like this.

I am going to find something you do not think is pretty or worthless

Serviette implies the existence of the much larger Servi. Inform.

Choosing to ignore my strange + disturbing dreams today because I am going crazy and have too much going on

why is the piano man singing a song rather than playing one if he is a piano man? Make it make sense.

My religion? The bit. Temple's on Thursday.