My go to attire is sweatpants so I don’t know how to dress like a real grownup.

I know I didn’t take them…right? Or maybe I did. Why does my brain always do this?

Matter of fact, I can’t see my bank account until after Christmas. I’m scared.

Let him never die! May his hair remain perfect and his ending be happy.

Let’s just label it as anxiety and also you should lose some weight ok?

My body : miserable
My labs: flawless