you're a professional nobody, going ways ay ay

rl!friends are so successful, i am both envious and ridiculously happy for them

not rl but just as real if not moreso!friends kill me with love, and idk if my reciprocation expresses how much i feel-eeeel

apparently my resting bitch face has now been eroded into a resting face, in which i either look permanently bored out of my mind or just dead asleep, or so my lab partners from across the lecture hall tells me

there is an odd sense of freedom to not tagging things

i entertain the idea of a setsailshit because subtlety but even without such an incriminating url, my sister tells me my writing is more than a little bit recognizable, wait, what.