I Sure Dont Remember Taking My Trash Out, So Someone Must Have Snuck In And Replaced It While I Was Asleep.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.