I wasn’t sure why people were saying, “You don’t have to.” I wanted to. But no one knew.
I have t’ clip ma nails.
But that’s fine.
I like writing.
I don’t have to, huh?
I’m not offended, either.
I like you.
Thanks for being there.
I won’t tell you anything to not do. I have everything in my court to improve.
It’s all on me.
You are free to be you.
And I am free to be me.
I am so sorry for all I have done wrong…
But you seem to be enjoying yourself
Making monster faces at me.
Chips and salsa, innit.
I had a taco salad. T’was divine.
Need to eat another one. But eating is a hassle. (At this rate I’d be anorexic if my meds didn’t make me fat. Har har.)
Who are you?
Oh… you have OCD.
I didn’t know!
Don’t worry about it.
They’re just details.
This is a (b)onus post.
An onus post lol.
The onus is on us! As always it is and always it will be.
I am so mad poetic. Beat shrill beat thick.
Ye bra boi.
Boi who wears bras.
Ha ha ha.
Something in the depths makes me uncomfortable…
But I should be thankful.
I think that’s just me being in touch with my own brain.
That’s an asset, not a liability.
Don’t be scared, v. You’re awesome.
I need to study commoner language from previous eras.
I hate the commoner language from this era.
Especially the youth.
I want to sound like a mature adult from the 30s.
Do I eva.