When I was fucked up the other night my mom ditched me to get some dick. Her boyfriend asked if I was alright cause I was puking and she told him "Idk. I'll find out tomorrow" and bounced.

    My depression pit is really coming along. The walls are plastered in Bts photos and fairy lights. I have a nice oil diffuser. What really brought it together is my Switch. Now I can lay down and play games! Plus my cat Mary-Beth has gotten nice and thicc. Perfect for snuggling.

    I feel like every time I have a social interaction I fuck something up. I don't think anyone else notices, but I do and I walk away from conversations embarrassed thinking about all the things I said wrong.