Youre In His Dms Im On His Nerves

you’re in his dms i’m on his nerves

i’m pissing him off i’m ruining his day

we are not the same

wearing big shirts is amazing cuz if someone wanted to stab me they wouldn’t even know where i am in here

i’m thrilled to announce that i am giving up!

so excited to see where this new decision is going to take me!!!

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

“i could fix him“ “i could make him worse“ but why????? why all this diy???? stop interfering, he’s my psychology case study for my thesis and i just wanna stand over his shoulder and see what he can fuck up

i am not the same person i was 17 and a half minutes ago

i am now slightly worse