i guess i’m slithering out of solitary confinement.
these past weeks have been so mentally taxing that basic functioning has been a struggle.
my mom ~basically~ told everyone i tried to kill myself (out of like? fucking nowhere? because i knocked over a picture frame and broke the glass?) and then punctuated this absurdity by claiming she “wouldn’t even care anymore if i did”. kool beanz.
i kinda told my gmom about it during my visit. also tried talking to my aunt for like 2 seconds while the scene was fresh but that was haulted by everyone in the household standing outside my door yelling things while i was trying to talk so i just hung up the phone and receded deeper into myself.
mega shitshow. wholly unwanted drama.
i don’t understand people who are addicted to this stuff. who create situations like this and thrive on it. i just want to be left alone 99% of the time and i want everyone around me to just fucking be nice and not press any of my buttons and just chill. like. just fuckin veg out. get a lil dank if you need it and be cool. god.
i rly wish it was acceptable to bring your cats out and around like people do with their babies. just swaddle them up. go to the grocery store. take em on the train. to your friend’s wedding. to starbucks. cats in strollers. cats in papooses. replace all babies with cats, in every scenario. that is the american dream.
finally horoscope accuracy
haaaaaaaa what? this doesn’t? make? sense? tho i do got a virgo man with a solid badonk
I would just like to say fuck you to everyone who made me feel inadequate growing up and ruining my self esteem for years. You all suck and I’m glad I don’t talk to any of you any more.