Its Only 8 In The Morning Someone Put Me Out Of My Misery

I like to think that Santa Claus is real, not in a traditional sense because flying reindeer are impossible but more in spirit, all versions or similar characters all share the fact that they spread joy and kindness to other people, while given some similar names and all having some sort of uniform using this logic anyone who is helpful, kind, and or generous fits the criteria for being Santa, therefore anyone who isn't a bitch is santa

It bothers me that I will only ever be myself and no one else and I will never be able to touch another person's mind with my own and how I perceive the world will be based solely off of myself and I can never truly be with or apart of something because there is such a huge disconnect between what I think and feel and why and how and what other people see think and feel and there can never be true togetherness because we are our own and isolation is the price of intellectual freedom from a unified consciousness

TW ed

Dont you just love it when your skinny to begin with and then you see a FUCKING CARTOON and want to relapse to look like it even though its physically impossible without being on the brink of death and the only thing you can do is force yourself to finish your dinner that was all ready extremely small cuz you cant handle normal food portions anymore

Maturing is wanting to go feral but knowing you'll regret it and that you need to conserve energy to get through the rest of the day

Whelp I just heard what was either a gunshot or a car backfiring and I want to go home now, america is so fun

There is nothing worse in this world than the anatomical placement of elbows, it looks so wrong its unnerving

I was upset because I'm in an amphitheatre at art uil and it's taking forever for the award ceremony but one of the other schools just started playing duck duck goose and made a freaking conga line

Update: they are now singing bohemian rhapsody

Another update, about 30 min from the original post: they played Marco Polo

One of them just went up and said everyone's art was amazing and good job :')

Two of them stared slow dancing

Kazoo line

They played rock paper scissors

There's are kid in a fedora

They did the mocaraina in a line

They got a laser pointer

Me: im sad

Dad: *drags me outside*

Sun light: You are healed, I have healed you.

Man I hated school people are mean for no reason I wish I could just go home and draw, school is the only reason my depression gets so out of control, I hate it here I don't want to die I just can't keep living like this