Y'know, The Thing I Hate About Socializing Is That There Is No In-between. It's Either "you're Not Trying

Y'know, the thing I hate about socializing is that there is no in-between. It's either "you're not trying hard enough, take opportunities", or "you're trying too hard, dont come off so strong". Like how the fuck am I supposed to tell someone I really want to be their friend but don't know how because I haven't had a friend since I was 9 and the most socializing I get day to day is from my parents? Like okay I'll just start leaving the bodies of my kills during a night of hunt on their doorstep, that should get the point across subtly but not as forward as a text asking if they want to join my howling on a full moon.

Me, talking to my mom: I bet you were hoping the squealing would stop when I got older, huh?

My mom, exhausted: One could only hope

Me: well SYKE

Me: *inhales*

Me: *incoherent squealing*

I always liked how your hands looked

Coming back to Tumblr after a year cause my humor is permanently damaged from this place and y'all are the only ones deranged enough to understand it

Anyways hi bitches

So I found this wretched sketch I made when I was 14 or something, and now you get to share my suffering. Happy October, I hope your skeletons are adequately spooky and scary this year! ✨

How people post time lapses of their drawings is beyond me. Like personally, nobody can know I have no idea what I'm doing. Somebody just sat a tablet down in front of me and I've been fucking around ever since