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Hi.

I feel gross today.

Like actually gross.

Eww.

Am I on fire?

The answer is no.

Oil.. gross.

I'm a weak smol bean.

So warm.

Leg so hot you fry an egg.

Arm so hot your hands feel like they're burning.

Wait, that's not how it goes.

I should go take another shower today.

Oil and water don't mix.

But water is the universal solvent.

Water dissolves everything.

Even oil.

That was so educational.

There's this prom tomorrow.

Friday the 13th.

Wow, what a great date.

I really like this anime.

Go watch it.

I might possibly be melting.

Eww gross.

I keep on thinking I feel so sickly because I keep on thinking about mental disorder stuff.

Wow, how convenient is that.

I wonder if anyone viewing this remembers Bob the Blobfish.

He's so swag.

Bob the Blobfish.

My friend/classmate brought in eggs for our teacher.

They even have green eggs.

What if they make green eggs and ham?

That would be quite a laugh.

My hands are burning.

Not really.

Hand so hot you heat up your cat.

The cat is warm.

I feel at ease when I lock nearly all my feelings away and ignore them.

I have a random Spiderman sticker on my wall.

My brother thought he could turn me into a boy when I was 7.

At the time, I was happy it didn't work out.

Now I'm a bit disappointed.

My sister mistook me as our brother this one time.

Oh man, memories.

Mm oh my god.

I hate hormones.

Body parts.

Confuddled squawking.

I'll actually be living a life on my birthday.

I don't know if I'll post.

Eh.. probably.

Does anyone else live in constant regrets?

That's me, sunny.

My soul isn't even black.

It's gray.

I'm so boring.

Also because I can't really wear black.

Pet hair is everywhere.

I wear so much gray and blue.

That's like my personality.

How convenient.

Yet people still think of me as that cute/innocent/shy person.

Are you sure you're looking at me?

If I post a selfie, I highly doubt I look cute.

Stop lying.

I'm somehow always that innocent friend.

Always.

Yo, that's wild.

Well, I posted a selfie from around a year ago.

I thought I looked different.

Turns out my hair is still around that same length.

Oh my god, what if I post another selfie?

Then you'll finally understand why I refer to myself as the invisible trashcan that wears glasses.

Oh wait, I don't think I called myself that before.

Oh well.

Well, I'm getting a haircut soon.

My hair could be decent to view once that happens, but what about my face?

I'll use Thelma as my shield.

She's my new face.

Cat faced.

That sounds safe enough for me.

I'm ugly, ok gosh fam.

Say anything else and I'll accuse you of lying.

Okay.

Goodnight.

It's nighttime here.

Shh, shh.

Bye.