I’ll take 10.
Mission log. Day 205.
Just spending time in oversized shirts, long johns, a beanie, and surrounded by the scent of nag champa burning in the living room. A peaceful evening. (at The Pussy Palace)
News Anchor in my area loses it over a Fat Cat that likes to swim.
If anyone wants a list of all the reasons I hate myself you’d surely get a pretty long list if you asked me right now.
It would be cool to have a best friend or partner again. Kinda really miss someone being in my life who actually actively wants to be in my life.
I can tell I’m gaining weight again because I’m so fucking broke that I don’t have any motivation to leave my house, plus people don’t invite me to shit anymore (sorry, shit I can go to because I’m BROKE AS FUCK), and all I do is cook whatever food I have left at home and pretend I have friends and pretend that one day people will contact me first WITH THE INTENTION OF ACTUALLY HANGING OUT. Like fuck, is it karma? I’d like to know. I’d like to know why the fuck people ask other people what they are up to if they have no fucking intention to hang out with them or try to make plans. Fuck. People suck. Sometimes I literally hate you all and realize I can only ever count on my cats because I can’t even count on myself. Fuck.