Going on like this makes me feel like I absolutely cannot be around people at all.
My mom has the worst side of her where she just wants to default to this sad defeated ‘get over it’ mindset and then it gets worse because she’s tired of being ‘blamed’ lmao.
I have no other words. I thought there may be some concern as I didn’t write an entry on my birthday but I am unironically glad to see that is not the case.
Have a pleasant rest of your week, or something, I don’t fucking know.
19rd in A Nice Dream On Elm Street
- Aug. 19, 2025, 8:36 p.m.
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