inner monologue

scaring my brother blasting circa 2010 grimes

okay allocated crying time over. now pump brain full of techno

haven't had chocolate lava cake in a hot minute

trying to remember not to trust anything my brain says after midnight

at the point of amusing myself with my own shadow puppets

every night i just collapse into grief and fear

my brain is the consistency of an overly wet mormon casserole

my brother: "you seem to be an expert at making quesadillas." i have never heard such a wonderful compliment as this

crashing out because they discontinued my favourite brand of floss and i still cannot find a good replacement

on my quest to get every item of furniture in animal crossing

i miss who i was mid gilmore girls

did you know bats are pollinators?

my life feels very small. i feel very small

lost a couple weeks to stroke recovery. still feels like a strange nightmare

still an absolute boss at scattergories

all systems down. subject is anxious, upset, and overwhelmed

how did i do this, but i can't get my damn scanner to work?

if only my comp sci professor could see me now