journal

I came out to the kitchen for a midnight snack and discovered that one of the two doughnuts I’d bought was half eaten and I really hope my mom was the one who ate it and not some rando in Walmart.

It’s one of those mornings and I feel like I’m just a ball of nervous energy without an outlet and there’s so much in my head and heart and jesus christ why does everything have to *be*.

Random, useless gifs are kinda my thing, the Rodney Dangerfield is just a bonus.