Chat, I Fear I Ate

Chat, I fear I ate

This is how I live my brat summer

I love my little guy (trousers)

I did it again

I have the most fucked sense of timing.

I'm meant to be meeting some friends at 2, I left the house at 1:25.

The park where we're meeting is a 10 minute walk.

Why did I think buying snacks was a 20 minute long task.

Now I'm just standing by a tree and writing this to pass time so I don't get there eerily early.

Curse anxiety and the social faux pa's its forced in me.

Sometimes I'm a boy, sometimes I'm a girl, sometimes I'm this thing and ready to destroy the world with sheer pettiness

How I flirt

Just to clear the air

I am an artist

I feel like i have to say that

I will post art in here...

Eventually