pretty soon I’ll be too old to wear braids and not look outstandingly ridiculous and it’s a problem since I never learned to deal with my curly hair. at all. but maybe I’ll grow some ladyballs and dye it lilac which will make me reach baldness before that happens so I have that to look forward to.
I just burped on my grandma’s birthday cake. I’m going to hell, aren’t I?
I can get used to nothing ever going right, spending half of my time in hospitals, my life being ruled by dumb food intolerances that make me swell up 2 sizes in 15 minutes if I even have a bite of pizza and freak out every five seconds cause of dumb, pointless bullshit but I don’t think I’m asking too much if I expect the soapbar to be pubic hair free.
a mosquito bit me right between my boobs, but if anyone asks, it’s a third nipple and the sign of the devil and stuff.