I wish I was the fun kind of unstable, not the institutionalized multiple times kind. Keeping ongoing stability is fucking hard doing it alone.

Jane Remover broke the matrix.

I don’t think I ever cried more in silent. I don’t want to be the strong friend anymore.

I reject conformity

People were cooler without social media

There’s never any periods in dystopian novels.

“Parable of the Sower” by Octavia A Butler

The say when you read fiction, it strengthens your empathy, like a muscle.

What no way you just got 10x cooler being a dead head. Sometimes I wish I had a magical portal to come back to ca randomly for funzies. Also thanks for being in here and not X.

ICE vs. Citizens of LA

I fucking love you. Keep slaying. Best exposer you can get. Let them TALK.

Spread the love and acceptance #pridemonth

My therapist says I need to realize I don’t operate like normal people no matter how hard I ignore my diagnosis.

STOP ENABLING ME TO EAT GLUTEN

Communists be like, my pronouns are our/ours

All I’m saying is that I want platform sandals back.

Oh and I can tolerate listening to music again instead of the same reruns of the Simpsons and how it’s made.

Time is slowing down and I can feel my body and have better emotional regulation. I’m grateful for not spending so much time in bed anymore.

I do think this platform, IG and my blog are going to be the places I post the most. I’m ready for that transition. Over 16 years on FB made me cringe.

This keep popping up when I try to redownload Facebook and when it refused to accept anything I put into it. I’m taking it as a sign because I came to a self actualization about how I absolute can’t stand the ignorance and bigot culture on FB. Working on not doomscroll.

I assured them they had nothing to change and they were perfectly fine with who they are. It was a me problem. They are a mirror for people because they are judged by insecure people who blame others for their issues. I had to take accountability and admit that. It was difficult to admit my mistake

I recently told a friend that I judged them too quickly because of the way others spoke about them. The damaged I caused was them telling me that they don’t want to do anything to make me feel like that again…

Making time for each other is pretty key.

Grippy socks, grippy box.

Oh boy am I getting a god damn taste of my own medicine with this one. -.-

Shows slight interest in someone I met in the wild, gets a double text about wanted to know me better and showing interest. Then I get immediately ghosted when I express the same.

I’m a fucking catch, WTH?

Why is the work snitch ugly af?

The only thing I ever appreciated was not seeing my past tinder matches on “are we dating the same guy” posts looking for red flags

“are we dating the same guy” fb groups are so sad.

The devil challenges god and finds his mistakes.