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why

why is there so much vanilla extract

what happened while i was gone can someone explain

I'm so confused

My anxiety: Your friend thinks you’re annoying and she doesn’t like you.

Me: *mentally beating my anxiety with a baseball bat* she loves me so shut the McFRICK up you BI-

I haven’t had a good long cry in a while and it’s annoying me. I need a fictional thing to lose my heart to.

Why is fictional gambling so cool. The fear, the terror, of knowing you could lose everything, and the thrill just before the reveal. Everyone is keeping their expressions closed and no one knows what each glance means. It’s so cool.

Me, about to cry because I still have to do homework due tomorrow but I just found out about the Genshin Imposter AU and I want to read all of it.

I don’t know why this started but I freaking love vending machines. And not real ones either. I mean like, anime-style cartoon kind of vending machines. It’s the idea of a vending machine on a street where a group of friends meet up every day after school. That’s where secrets are shared and feelings are confessed. It’s where they go when they’re sad, and when they celebrate. It’s big enough for them to climb on top of and sit there, leaning on each other as they stare at the stars or the sunset. And even when they drift apart, move away, or find their own lives, when they come back to visit family, as they cross the road and see the old vending machine still standing, they always have a quarter to spare for their favorite soda. But real vending machines could never live up to my expectations.

I occasionally get flashes where I become incredibly attracted to Kazuha. They never last long, but they’re happening more frequently.

Maybe I would actually eat if I didn’t have to change out of my pajamas before going upstairs.

Tragic is the fate of a snowman. Much more tragic then is the fate of the snowmen that fall in love, melting away from the inside, losing their foundation as they crumple together, and realising they would prefer nothing else than the warmth of their snowlove’s embrace.

I sure don’t remember taking my trash out, so someone must have snuck in and replaced it while I was asleep. I wonder who it was.

One of the advantages of being a child is that you can say your honest opinion, and people will believe it is an honest opinion. Now that I’m older, I can no longer tell the two wonderful women who had dinner with us that they looked like an elvish princess and a fairy queen, because they would think I’m being over the top and not genuine.

Someone find me a cute man that adores me and thinks I’m his world so that I can show him all the affection he deserves and all his friends will be so happy he’s found someone.

I’m hungry but it’s 1am and I don’t want to wake up my parents as I fumble around the kitchen for thirty minutes as I try to find something to eat.

Every time I see a little girl and her dad happily talking to each other in Spanish, I have to fight back tears so hard because it always reminds me of my dad. He’s not dead or anything like that, I just really love my dad.

My ultimate romantic fantasy: being accepted flaws and all

Not because of them, not despite them, just an acknowledgement that yeah, they exist, and that doesn’t stop commitment.

When will I get to be the sexy villain that lounges on an ornate throne, smirking evilly in a way that makes the protagonist’s mouth go dry as they start to question what they’re willing to risk for a single touch, and at the end I leave my empire to be with the protagonist but I never leave my evil ways behind and they still accept me for it because I want to live in that world

Kinda wish I had a future to look forward to aside from the game I’m playing, but alas.

The surgery for wisdom teeth removal was super fun, but the ache afterwards is not.

I miss food.

I have successfully conditioned myself to think of MDZS whenever I hear “When You Come Home” by Mree.

The first thing that has ever made me believe I could actually be loveable as an autistic person was a dating sim where it turns out that the guy you’re dating has autism.

I cried.

I had a friend from high school that came out as nonbinary, but I completely forgot to get their number before we graduated. I could just ask their parents to see where they’re at, but I don’t think their parents know that they’re nb? How am I supposed to get their number without outing them? Because they changed their name too and I don’t want to use their dead name.

My music is not distracting, because what u did not know was that I know this song and I no longer need to pay attention to what it says. I will forget it is even playing. But it cancels out the Noise of Silence, which is what was distracting me.

The only revenge I ever got:

Me: I think I’m autistic.

Coworker: No you’re not. Trust me, my brother is autistic so I know what it looks like.

*after the coworker has left and come back a year later*

Me: Hey do you remember that conversation we had last year about me not being autistic?

Coworker: Yeah?

Me: I got diagnosed. I am autistic. You were wrong.

I don’t always like my older brother but uhhh shout out to my older brother for NOT getting mad when I’m not able to concentrate on his long rants. I will zone out all the time and I’ll suddenly cut him off with “Wait I’m sorry, I zoned out. Can you go back? The last thing I remember you saying was [thing]” and he’ll go back and explain what he said again. I’m sorry, Big Bro, that probably frustrates you, but thank you for putting up with me so far.

Sometimes I want to text my friends happy things, but then I wonder if they’re feeling like being happy, and maybe they’re actually having a bad day and I shouldn’t be happy while they’re sad, so sometimes I don’t text my friends at all.

Me: (does something)

Someone: (jokingly) What’s wrong with you?

Me, unable to understand the odd and bitter feeling I suddenly have: (jokingly) Everything.

Me, later that night, out loud, to myself: I’m autistic and was raised to hate myself for it, thanks for asking.

Me, suddenly noticing the time at one am while thinking it was only eleven pm: Excuse me?? How long has it been Sunday????

I have nothing against Lumine, but I’m getting sick and tired of hearing her yawn all the time.