Reading Sappho's poems rearranged my brain chemistry-

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

Chappell Roan

I'm in my binge crying week. I'm half season through.

The main character looks pathetic and desperate all the time and not in a good way. The side characters look confused every time they happen to look at her and she's all alone with her thoughts, the main villain of the season.

Honestly, not the best show I've ever watched, too realistic for my liking.

I'm on a Rachel Sennott brainrot and now I just wanna be part of a circle of indie movie actors and writers so bad (not that I have the talent for it but still)

I want to believe the most toxic chapter of my life was just a requirement for my character development (still sucked and still would not recommend)

Finally, on a break from uni and my week of rest and relaxation is me watching horrors and thinking that surviving any of that can't be worse than all the stress I had to endure-

The times are rough and I'm confused and I'm horny and it's like this chapter of my life was written to be part of a indie coming of age movie-

Made the mistake of talking about my obsession with cannibalism with my uni friends, and now they all look at me strangely at lunch-

Sending emails to my friends hoping for a revival of the epistolary novel.

I never really know why I am running 'til I get caught.

The Last Shadow Puppets

Having a crush is disgusting. I was already aware of how awkward I am but now, now it's all amplified and it's awful. Why do we do this?

Plated with poetry, armored with rhymes, stout with another man's song, stiff with cardboard, bullet-proof at long last.

Nabokov

How I love it that every semester I develop a new embarassing crush for some professor which makes all the classes hell because I'm still not good at things yet and now I'm embarassing myself in front of them. The joy of education I guess-

The feminine urge to become an essayist youtuber and just rant about my special interests all day instead of studying for my master's is growing stronger as days pass.

Do you ever think about the fact that your favourite piece of media has already been written and not by you? Does it keep you up at night too?

The delulu level is high right now, I just had an argument with the fictional man I'm currently daydreaming about because he's never told me he didn't like the cookies I make that much and was eating them with an exaggerated passion to make me feel good (which was cute of him- no, okay, he doesn't exist, stop it.)

How do y'all do uni work when you hate your professor? Because I'm struggling here, like I'm about to throw hands instead of handing in my assignment-