here's a bunch of spongebob titlecards i hoarded

“you’re quiet” yes I’m trying to gauge how weird I can be in this new social situation

gender euphoria is looking rly hot to other queer people and offputting to everyone else

sorry i can't come in to work today. yeah sorry they killed me off last night. yeah i just wasn't relevant to the plot anymore. i should be in tomorrow but i'll let you know.

Doctor prescribed me 100mg of true love’s kiss

Fuck all them bitches, I can't wait until I'm a full blown tranny fr fr.

I love my family so so so much and I'm so so so scared they're alll going to reject me and I'll lose ALL of them. like I adore my great aunt and some of my cpusins, even though I barely see them I adore my only living grandparent but I'm also scared I'll lose them all they're all so homophobic amd transphobic I'm scared I'll lose em all once I start HRT but I've already got a referral from my doctor to the one place near me, so if I'm gonna be 100% alone, might as well experience the HRT and Gay lifestyle before I die. Someone or Something keeps me alive somehow despite all odds, so who knows ehat I'll become once I transition, I hope I make some change or something. idk. I should be dead or homeless or something by now, but I'm still here. I'm still alive. I'm still me, or at least becoming me. wild. I should've died at birth yet here I am. I should've died in my teens, yet here I am. Maybe I should do more for my community, more for cinema, more for SOMETHING, but I can't get out fully of this depression. I fear so many people are making fun of me in my school, in my class. I fear no one likes me too much. That might be why I like to bake this sometimes for them. I'm so emotionally traumatized from my school days. I really wish I was normal. I wish it so much. if I was normal I could keep friends. why does everyone eventually hate me? I swear I've never done wrong. none I've never realised. I'm just so socially incompetent, it runs everyone away. I fear I'll never be loved or have friends again

Im Pressed all the time!

Depressed, Oppressed and Repressed 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😭😂😂😂😂😂😂

why did none of Vegeta's kids have tails? did Toriyama just straight forget they should've had tails? Gohan had a tail! why didn't Trunks? why doesn't Bulla or Goten or Pan have tails? Pan, I can understand her only being 1/4th Saiyan, but why doesn't Bulla or Goten have a tail! bring back Saiyan tails! and their Great Ape transformations!

I got various alcoholic drinks, and don't work until 12pm let's get WASTED lmao

I think I'm the luckiest person in the worst way possible. like I was on the verge of full bankruptcy, and I got 4k that I was not expecting. I somehow keep surviving despite all odds. from premature birth to extreme depression to living on my own and going to a kinda scam ass school. it's wack. I have no idea what my purpose in life is, but someone sure wants me to fullfil it.

I should probably stop talking. just stop trying to relate and go back to grunt work. I'm no creative. what a waste of money. this was a bad idea.

I think this rp group has triggered something I'm highly insecure about socially. Also this whole film school experience has triggered my severe social problems. I've been so cringe and mentally ill and weird. I have no talent. I won't pitch this. I shouldn't make it. it's awful. it's terrible. so cringe. should've changed that one part of my Nishitani fanfic into a script that would've been cool. or taken that idea about the guy who writes journals endlessly, I think I can write that. this one is just cringe. I hate it.

Oh no this awful. this script is terrible. this is just a very bad fanfic come to life. this is nothing. there is nothing here. I hate this. why am I stuck in a weird high school mentality? what happened to me? why can't I act my age? I don't want to leave my room ever again Im an embarrassment. I really am mentally unwell huh. like I try to deny it a lot, try to ignore it. think I can get help whenever. completely downplay it. this is very weird I am very weird. I could cover it up with my night shift job, it was very easy to downplay my depression with my nightshift job. I need to go to a therapist or something but I'm terrified lol I can't be that vulnerable in front of anyone. I know it's going to be terrible when I finally break.

Miss Congeniality (2000) dir. Donald Petrie

has anyone done this yet