#and it sucks
you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
Actually really sad about John Mulaney. Can’t wait for the wave of people smugly implying that they always knew he was trash and anyone who liked him was stupid and/or bigoted as if he wasn’t hugely popular and memed constantly on here.
Like it’s okay to say you were wrong. Or that you are let down and disappointed because you were a fan. Like it doesn’t make you morally corrupt for having liked someone who ended up acting shitty…
Seeing everyone come up with all these amazing and cool new things and my brain’s just over here like
i woke up this morning cold and almost crying.. i hate how realistic my dreams can get…
god i wanna ask a question so bad but it’s gonna sound horrible that this is even something my stupid brain is concerned about. i feel like it’d be “hey does anyone else get mad when someone ______” and the answer would overwhelmingly be “harmony you’re insane for even giving a fuck about what why would anyone care if someone else _______ like just worry about yourself”
UGH
Why is twitter full of scary people? Are they coming here? I don’t think I can handle that level of stress
bad and weird how often the the language of abuse dynamics (and/or therapy?) is used online for media analysis like. is that character actually abusive or are they just creating the conflict necessary for an interesting story
I’m upset and blogging about it because I have no friends and I need to write it down. Sorry.
I can’t stop being sad
