I hate that when my feelings get hurt my brain automatically goes to kys instead of trying to process the feelings. Fuck dude.

I fucking haaaaaaaaaaate my belly. I'm ok with my bat wings. I'm ok with the overly large thighs. But good fucking God I hate my belly. I wish I could afford to have it chopped off. I'd love myself so much more if I could just get rid of this damned belly.

One day I won't be hopelessly in lust with the wrong people

I forgot I had this. Anyways... how y'all doin'?

My kid came out to me yesterday and I'm so completely happy for her.

Can we just time warp to 2028 for a second to see what happens?

America is literally a dystopian oligarchy now and you can't change my mind.

So I guess this is where we all commune... what is even happening?