This is a really appropriate text post dedicated to my appreciation and love I have for the few of my bestest friends and boyfriend, y’all the fucking bees knees

I’m very content and keen for dinner
*another one of those ‘make a tp while I’m in a good mood before it goes away’ kinda things*

Being replaced is fucking sick, y’all should defiantly hope it happens to you cause it’s the bees knees hey

If you want to pass school, then don’t do a science

I wish I loved myself/my body when I was at my best, instead of continuing to hate my body and hurt it, I should have been happy with how far I had come. Now I feel like nothing I ever do will make me content with myself and I will be in a forever downward spiral of self hate and disappointment. Rant over.

Goodnight, I hope to never see this day again

Another day down, around 23,000 more to go……. ……. ….

Not being allowed to sleep when you’re hungover as fuck is probably the worst

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