Thank you, I appreciate it

I'm kind of annoying

Most times. Probably.

Okay sometimes I vent and the thing I was mad about didn't even matter

Mine, anyway. I’m always like, why am I like that? And why am I mad/sad/whatever I was at the moment again? Not for me.

It’s always a mistake to go back and read your journal.

Yes, let there be method. But by all means Let There Be Madness

Need a girl who is gross in a weird taboo way instead of a male attention seeking way. How she convinced herself to try and date my dyke ass is beyond me.

Got the major ick from my ex and can't stop beating myself up for deigning to be with her. She is gross.

People will get mad at anything until it comes time to get mad at something actually important

Possibly the worst part about my job is having to pretend to respect the way people are raising their kids.

I know it's a cope but maybe learn something instead of digging deeper into ignorance.

So many people are actually delusional about the state of reality.

[ convinces you to send me a 30min audio of pure breathing exercises consisting of holding the air in until failure, fully deflating your lungs until failure, over and over again with no pauses ]

Why do you care whether I feel something? What does that have to do with you? Oh, you want me to have feelings for you? Then believe the words I say and don't push me

Why would I bother to react negatively when I don't get what I want, if I can just change my approach instead?

Stick your fingers in my mouth and tell me I'm good at flossing!

Psychosexual desire to have my teeth complimented by the dentist

Too much introspection, I need brainrot

pearlhandled switchblade;
surgically imprecise
heart scribed in softness

I'm a bad person. I believe I could have done anything.

scrawling incisures;
toothtraced chatelaine's carbide
chains—harnessing you.

abrasion-tanned flayed swathe
of semi-divest'd skin,
too-young blossoms, unswayed,
tousled locks still untrimmed;

collarbones hewn from calcite,
soft acclivous caress—
rare contronyms' affright,
ankles (gun-shy) undrest,

rosy-tinted touched stagger
wept by rownsepyking dagger.

derelict sanctum
reconsecrated, by a
scattering of white

Putting effort into myself at the request of someone who maybe doesn't deserve it but ultimately it is for me and will help me to put effort into myself.

About to finish this journal which I always feel like is a measure of something. Progress is too positive a word. A measure of efforts I made, perhaps.

I guess I should just do my self help journaling exercises

"just reach out" "just ask" bitches when you just reach out and just ask. I dunno. I'm pretty independent but if you tell me this is how you want to care about me and I make the attempt why am I getting burned? I guess I'm the fool.

Literally exactlyyy

That said I am a big fan of fujo4fujo