this is just me getting out whatever i am feeling at the moment. or what i think is neat. because i am a 14 year old emotionally starved girl on the inside
.... also poop joke posts.
i keep having dreams i am buried under crushing rubble. often from trying to save someone else. i end up buried, able to breath, one or both arms free to move, there is always a source of light… but my legs are always trapped.
i wake up before i even reach close to dieing. infact i am perfectly fine. i dream just long enough to know that place is the last i’ll know and i will be driven mad.
fresh in my mind when i wake is the feeling of being crushed and the madness of knowing it will be slow and i am alone to perish.
i am not even sad. i don’t know what this is.
i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect