i had a very close friend of mine from back home pass from a fentanyl overdose yesterday, and i’m learning from old friends that so many of my former classmates have OD’d in the last year from the same shit. i had no fucking clue. my heart is in a million fucking pieces
i finally publicly came out the other day, and while it’s been great not to hide my identity, the imposter syndrome from it all has been very debilitating.
hey yall. i have been suffering in silence for quite some time now, and i haven’t been able to afford basic necessities, rent including. if you have time to read this and have the ability to donate, anything is vastly appreciated ♥️.
yesterday was the first father’s day where i’ve accepted my dad not being in my life anymore, and instead of being sad, i was happy to see other people’s relationships with theirs and not feel so bitter for the first time in years.
having a place i could truly call my own is genuinely the warmest feeling i’ve had in quite sometime, i never thought i’ll be in a position to do this for myself (and be comfortable), i can’t get over it. it all feels so surreal
so i’m waiting for the train to switch power and i go outside to chill for a bit and this girl is sitting on a bench by herself and pulls out a bong from her purse and starts ripping she sees me and i give her a thumbs up and she says “do you want to smoke with me?” and ——
i went to a party in richmond tonight and i met this really cool girl who’s from where i am in nova and she wanted to be friends and she was a sweetheart and laughed at my dumb jokes but i decided to leave without getting any of her information ): sad
every time i call my phone service provider they say some weird shit to me like this girl just said
“william…please…don’t break my heart and hang up when i put you on hold…”
girl? whatever hurry up
having to think about every sexual experience i’ve had in the last 25 years and feeling like i have to “prove” myself and sexuality to other people is something i’ve always wanted to avoid for the past twelve years.
it’s been great talking to others who feel the same exact way.
i took my first set of band photos last weekend !! i’m on some real amateur shit here, but i genuinely love how some of these came out ♥️, feels nice to have people fuck w me so hard to ask me to do this.
big fucking mood man :( I've been watching this show for 8 fucking years, but all good things have to come to an end.
thank you for this incredible story, in this incredible word with the most memorable characters. this show will forever be in my fucking heart.
♥️
i really appreciate those who have been patient with me during these months!! i am so fucking stressed out all the time, and i feel like a lot has suffered because of that, but i’m very grateful for community and camaraderie 🫡♥️
i’ll never forget the time my mom met queen latifah in a fucking elevator and she preceded to call my mom beautiful!! i’d black out if i was in that situation fr
🎊 i turned 21 today and the first thing i did was get sloshed at a bar with my friends at 1 in the morning; also two kind people bought me shots last night and i came home laying on the floor in fetal position trying not to vomit my guts out 🎊
day mood:
we were trying to help this man figure out who he was , and basically all he had to say was “villain”
“talon, what do you call someone who doesn’t do nice things”
“....mean :(“
having a large group of friends is very nice and often emotionally rewarding, but it’s very easy to burn yourself out trying to maintain each and every relationship. stepping out for a while and taking some time to yourself isn’t selfish at all and shouldn’t be viewed that way.
why in name of god loving fuck did I just pay $3 for a bowl of ramen at work when that shit is barely even a dollar in stores ??,???? eat my entire dick jeff bezos, I’m gonna cha cha slide real fuckn smooth on your grave
i know i’ve only been here for less than 24 hours, but my mood has changed greatly. i feel like i have some kind of hope for myself and that’s what i’ve been searching for for the longest time
motherfucker went and shot 10 black people simply getting groceries at the store, my anxiety of being gunned down in public because of someone’s crayon-eating beliefs may never go away i fear.
charles and I walked all the way from our house to the river and talked about our lives and how we feel about things. so now, I feel like he's not just a roommate, but my brother, and that was the most wholesome thing of this night. very much needed.