Delicious Snack Restock Of My Bag. I Know It's For Pins, But I Don't Have Enough, So It's A Snack Window

Absolutely nonsensical how I have to get out of bed after all I've done for this world

Heart

I keep considering getting into writing. Ever since I was little, it’s been a thing that my sister and I have been decent at. She’s gone full send already, working on getting her book published- but I feel like I’d do better in multimedia projects.

You know, things with spacing, aura, timing? Instead of trusting your reader not to speed through and not feel a single thing.

Augh, whatever- it’s always been an option, and I guess it’ll stay that way. More of a skill than a job in this world anyways.

3:35AM and Project A

I hope my short term manic obsessions aren't just my brain compensating for a ton of social problems I have

Because I think they're actually pretty cool sometimes and I'm actually planning to put my most recent obsession into action and I hope I hope I hope this is for real this could make me so happy but. I don't know.

For the record, though, I'm done being left at the mall bc people forget I'm with them

So maybe my problems are bc I get clingy to people who I shouldn't be

It's really late, though, so I'll be heading to bed for now, with sweet, sweet thoughts of my project!! :)))

<333 Caramel

"Where are we, Sen?"

In the ring again

Trying to refresh again, let's see how sustainable it is like this.

God I hope it is. It's hard to live

They think I'm busy and enigmatic and unavailable but I just can't control myself and keep eating foods that give me digestive issues

I need to finish soon. I've gotten so.much progress done already but it's all going to be gone if I don't finish soon my stuff is downstairs I can do it

I've been feeling incredibly homesick for the past three weeks. Maybe it's the ten-hour school days, the unfamiliarity of turning 18, or the gloom of a snowless winter-- there's no telling.

Food doesn't taste good anymore, every room is too silent or too loud, and even waking up feeling rested seems like a distant memory.

I miss the french toast from the bakery I grew up in. I miss my mom's food. I miss my dog. I miss my boyfriend.

Why does it all feel so distant even though it's just an hour away?

Froggy pot

I’m really behind. I’m very much in deep water. I’ve got a bio exam in May, a 120-hour school project is going to finish at the end of the term, I’ve got a ton of French work to do- I’m in a froggy pot, and the water’s already well past boiling.

Not now, not now- I knew this past break has been a little extra good to me. What do I do now? What’s going to happen? At least I still have time to get myself in order. I need to prioritize, but so much of what I need to do needs strict focus and a ton of time. What do I even do? I don’t know what else I’m missing. What else has gone forgotten? Why do I always drop the ball at the end? Why do I always give up?

Will I have to put my new life aside to sink back into this? What do I do? Oh god, oh lord. I’m really scared. But I do have time. I have more time than I did in the past when procrastinating. I’ve got a little bit of a grip on this, I think.