me half the time

anyone else live under the assumption that they’re constantly doing something wrong

i genuinely needed this cause i constantly feel guilty about not spending time with my stuffies

all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

I feel like a ball of energy about to explode but in a glitter packet explode way. I hate the way paper stings my hand, yet i make paper crafts. I want to go home, and at the same time I don't. I want to eat something with glitter glue as a topping. The voices in my head deserve a reward, and they have chosen.