I have puffy eyes because I've stayed all day crying.
I'm sweating because it's too hot and our air conditioner is broken.
My belly aches because today I got my period, also I fucking bled my panties.
I got attended by a rude employee and I got shy and nervous. It was kinda of a relief going out to the hot weather again after that.
My Spotify lo-fi playlist is obsolete, I've replayed it too many times the songs are starting to feel boring.
I didn't have any dm, and when I replied to my crush's storie, I only got one heart. One fucking lonely heart. I hate staring at the liked message, so I deleted the convo. Or maybe it's because I feel ashamed.
It's been a week since I haven't met any of my friends, but I'm angry I don't even care. Why am I so careless?
I know my life is going to be interesting in a couple of weeks, but, for the moment, I'll play the ghost girl.
I still remember the cute boy I hooked up last year. He appeared out of nowhere when I already had some drinks, so everything was way more intense. I hate that I payed too much attention, but he's still a cutie, and he forever will be.
My stomach aches so much, but I'm too lazy to get up and take a pill. I know it's gonna save me tonight, but I kinda like the pain. There's something pleasuring in pain.
I broke a nail. That effort to keep them long went wrong.
I regret skipping my night skincare. I'm gonna wake up with a million of zits, and I'll feel responsible and mad. If I feel mad at myself, I kinda throw some madness to people around me. Working on that.
