This shit is really fucking stupid. I literally plan to stew all day in my bed sleeping, engulfed in my depression. It’s like 4:43 am in this great space time and I’ve awoken to eat some calorie filled chocolate only to be greeted by a splitting headache. My planet is moving along slowly and I am floating floaaating. I’m earth bound and I fucking hate it, fucking haaaaate it.
This space babe leaves the security of her shitty minimum waged job just as she leaves university. Tomorrow is my last day. I’ve graduated(@-@) university and I start college in May. I now live with my mutual alien in our comfortable UFO. I’ve got a shit tonne of debt, but at least I’m paying out of pocket for college. Tears of good changes, finally getting out of my shithole job, so, without further ado:
May I preset to you, dear readers, an unemployed alien with debt, in need of new braziers, who is madly in love and prone to self harm and anorexic tendencies.
Social anxiety is worsening by the day and self harm floats in the form of clawing at my arms. Picked raw and scabby.