Here are a random selection of texts I’ve sent this week, completely unedited and with absolutely no context, that provide a window into my current mental state:
—I'm like the hulk but instead of getting transformed by anger I'm transformed by mild irritation
—Rachmaninoff’s piano concerto 2 or Dvorak new world symphony?
—if one more person tells me to stop handing out geraniums
—Honestly it’s like a revolution and I want full credit for it lol
—In a goth way, I really admire the witches for hanging onto their dead just to have zombies on hand
—THE CUDDLE VIBE IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE
—Oh geez that’s uncomfortable…
—OMG DUDE:
—’Twas a topic at therapy yesterday
—Grievous is such a cowardly little dipshit
—VOODOO TIME!!!
—if one more person tells me to stop handing out geraniums
—Lol oh no I laugh because I can’t acknowledge the pain hahahaha
—mood today: 3:05 into the song DROPS by iamamiwhoami
—Everything seems to be going smoothly!* (*note: this was a lie)
—The hilarious continuation of this is that I forgot that it’s snowing so unfortunately I can’t wear my hat
—and now everyone on twitter is like I WILL PARTY WITH YOU BEAUTIFUL DEV PATEL
—I really am quite miserable though oh but I did order some dresses
—I’m gonna melt off my chair and when they come to complain to me again I’ll just be a puddle like that one dude on sky high
—lol fine I’ll keep my thirst to myself
—IF ONE MORE PERSON TELLS ME TO STOP HANDING OUT GERANIUMS