i am full of secrets and feelings and they are about to spilleth over and i’ll have an anxiety attack or something. i need a long conversation soon, one where i get drunk and talk about loneliness and about how my brain makes me feel weird lately and whatever the fuck else. i have so many things i need to say.
on a more positive note my new house is nice. that is one cool thing about life. most of the rest of this stuff just sux right now. feed me pizza give me hugs put me in a room fulla kitty cats, etc.
so i am actually having some serious issues with my mother and father right now over something that i see as a non-issue but instead of releasing the deets onto the web i’ll just leave this here
my dreams aren’t all that cool lately y’all. like, yesterday I had a dream that I made my own deoderant, which is cool but still kinda meh. and now i just had two consecutive naps, the first dream was about counting thousands of sheets of paper at work (which I’ve never actually done and will never need to do) and the second dream was about having really unreasonably explosive diarrhea.