tonight I decided to read my past journal entries and I’m feeling a lot

I want a pet fox and raccoon so bad but I also don’t wanna take them away from living their wild and free happy lives

i hope the person i marry gets us matching gold lockets with a picture of us inside

anyone else’s tism really tism-ing today????

my shaylaaaa (thinking about little me who didn’t deserve anything bad that happened to her)

there’s just something about extra dirty martinis that are so right

i hate being stared at pls stop perceiving me