ZEL

"You're amazing and I hope you have a nice day" - see, I can be vague, too!

I'm here for you if you need it, though. I promise.

#FreeWilly

Pikipek is Pearl's Starly Pokésona tbh

"I'm okay with friends calling me she, but wish I had the guts to admit I don't like it from strangers", round 75387 or something. Because 3:42am is the perfect time for discomfort.

"Hey let me buy this cake so I can snack on it in between study sessions", said Ama, and proved that they don't know themselves at all. RIP, cake. I had grand plans for you, but you tempted me.

When you visit the same, non-existent city in your dreams so often that you know your way around and have befriended several of the non-RL people there. Hm.

Meanwhile, I'm just sitting here and enjoying the heavy rain and thunder, sitting in my room with all windws tilted open. The temperature's perfect, too. Sometimes I just feel really good and it's such a refreshing feeling.

#justicefornatu

Wow, great. I had a bad day and was more snappy than usual so now a friend of mine thinks I am mad at her and left our group chat because of it and went offline before I could even let her know that I wasn't. Good job, Ama, really.

I think a big part of my problem with talking to people is that I am always expecting them to ridicule me or get mad at me, even when there's no reason why they would. But on the up side, I feel like I'm getting better at ignoring that feeling. GJ self?

drawing like: *5mins in* this looks like crap already I should give up *20min later* this sketch looks good *30min later* I should give up on art forever. // rinse, repeat

The only thing that makes me sad is not being able to play the game alongside the majority of my friends, because by the time Europe gets it, everyone elsewhere will already have finished the story :c

Gone 'til some time Sunday; cousin who lives hours away from here has her confirmatio and we're staying for the weekend.

dad: Makes jokes about my weight and thinks me mentioning I am cleaning my apartment is so funny he has to tell my relatives about it. Dad: tells me I have no humor when I predictably am not amused that he's taking cheap jabs at my attempts to care for myself. K, bud, got it, someone trying to recover from depression is fun for the family and I need to stop ruining your fun with my feelings.

I feel so bad for the little fledgling that's sitting on my stairs outside. I know it'll be ok and the parents are near, but it's raining, poor lil' birdie.

I wonder what would happen if I made a status saying that Lost is cute and then locked it so she can't argue about it.

The one time my dream is actually happy, and I wake up after three hours. Ugh.

Step 1: get into conversation. Step 2: regret it hard because the concept of anyone enjoying conversation with you seems outlandish. Step 3: plan your retreat from the conversation. Step 4: regret that, too.

This morning I accidentally sat down in the wrong room at uni, and that's how I ended up listening to a two hour lecture about macroeconomics instead of pedagogy.

I am finally no longer without a microwave.

I almost accidentally stole a sausage today.

Forgot to close the window in my room, now I've got the Easter fire smoke stench in here.

"[15:32:37] Ice: Onions are not snacks" he's a filthy LIAR