Miranda’s baby.
Miranda’s baby.
i wish i was different in a lot of ways.
I need a job or something. I want to feel important and like I’m doing something productive. Money would be nice too.
I’m sad.
I’m such a perfectionist, it’s seriously so hard for me to learn a new song on piano without wanting to rip my hands off.
I don’t know how to deal with anything anymore, so I’m just going to start avoiding everything.
ok
“i miss my hair”, i mumble to myself 23948023 times every single day
