No I Am Not Immune To Early 2000s Pop-punk Music That Fucks A Little Harder Than Everyone Likes To Admit

no i am not immune to early 2000s pop-punk music that fucks a little harder than everyone likes to admit

WHERE IT ALL STARTED…

The origins of Jon’s story, the book he was always meant to read

it always really bothered me as a kid when people would act like the “meaning of life” is some big mystery when it was always so clear to me. i knew the meaning of life every night when i laid down beside my parents, i stared into its eyes when i got my first cat, i held its hand each time i crossed the street with my mom, i tasted it when my grandparents gave me candy without my moms permission, i felt it well up in my eyes when my dad moved out, and every time before i hang up my phone i hear it whisper “i love you.”

i regret most of the things i say, unfortunately that does not stop me from saying them

i hate when i, a completely healthy person (very chronically ill), get sick (flare up) for no reason at all (i exerted myself way past my limit just cuz i didn’t wanna be “annoying”)