who am i

jack of no trades. master of fuck all

my role as self-appointed court jester

heavy is the head that wears the fucking stupid little hat that jingles. As they say

shut up about cat boys. talk about milfs instead like a normal person

After sex you see me roll over and go to balcony. You think ive gone for smoke due to my melancholic nature but I’ve opened sudoku.com evil level

There's something quite charming about relatively small objects that are way heavier than they look. ooohh you're one dense little freak aren't you

Nervously, I pull from the tarot deck. It's the Nine of Clocks. My fate is revealed to me: It's my bedtime, and I gotta go to sleeps

what are you even supposed to do when youre angry.  cant scream at anyone cos im not a dick. cant break anything cos i paid money for that. cant rip my hair out cos i need it on my head. literally what now

sending "?" to represent myself tilting my head like a dog

sorry for not answering messages for three thousand years i have. Stew. in place of a brain. you know how it is

me in my head at the supermarket: nobody is ever going to fucking love me. omg 25% off

will you just let me be silly for a sec. there's this dread so ancient in me