I am not fat. I do not hate my body or feel my sense of self worth decreasing every time the weekend rolls around. I am healthy and just fine. This is not my life. I am not tired and I am not sorry. I will not be sorry. Everything gets better tomorrow. I live for myself and not anyone else.

for the first time it feels like you are all older than me.

how can you work towards a goal when you don't even know what you want? I know what I want and I know that working will get me there, but how does the work make me grow as a person? What kind of life is the restriction of daily discipline, eating right and exercise? Yeah it feels good. But it's too peaceful and I don't feel alive anymore.

Doing math every day has side effects. Remember this, kids!

This year I am supposed to show everybody what I am capable of. Come on, self. You have two months.

To any extraterrestrials who may be reading this/plotting to conquer Earth and all its inhabitants:

Say what you want about us [Goods Omens-esque 'We come up with things Hell never even thought of'], but look at what beauty we make.




A further note to you otherworldly beings [not inclusive of Taylor Swift]:

Sneaking up on kittens like a ninja is immensely fulfilling.



I am who I want to be.

"il how, they're just some band but we've turned them into some horrible sinful life-ruining entity. or u have."

I'M A LIFE RUINER. I RUIN PEOPLE'S LIVES.


lol ilysfm oflahertie.

Beautiful rainy Tuesday afternoon; deceivingly like a Sunday. It is a day to indulge in poetry and romantic short fiction, the saturated colour of the trees outside, crayons, and a best friend. I must work, but I will enjoy it.


"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."

Thank you, St Jude. I like to think my mother was right. Perhaps it wasn't a big miracle, or I made it happen myself, but I like to think there is no misplaced faith.

Bizarre enough coming from me, but anything is anything is anything. I am stopping being silly, even if I make mistakes, and treasure my moments. I am not afraid anymore! What was I even afraid of?