Hello, I'm back.... with no capital letters in the post title!
I, this terrible blog's pathetic author known as Cutepups, am here to ramble about things at midnight. (cutepups rambling at midnight is owned by cutepups who is neither cute or a puppy)
Anyway.. let's start! ;D
*dies a little inside*
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Last year I noticed I called my personal life themed posts "Cutepups Life Crud: ____________". Now all my posts are basically about my personal life because I love oversharing information to strangers only to get anxious thoughts about it later.
I've been tired ever since I woke up yesterday morning. Tired 24/7 ftw.
My back-to-school day is on a later date than it usually is. Yay, I have more time to myself to waste my life away. Oh and to work on my summer assignments (*cough* *swear* *cough*).
I don't know why I feel sad. I just do. Sorry I'm a mess.. ha, ha.
I feel like I'm lying/not being honest with myself when I post. But I am. I think? I'm trying to be open and truthful. Can't trust myself either it seems.
What is identity? I don't know mine all that well. I keep on losing interest in things only to gain them back and lose them again. I take that myers-briggs personality test thing and sometimes I get isfj and sometimes I get infp. Like, they're different letter combinations. Do I even have a personality? I don't even know. Labels can get to be hella confusing. I'm getting apathetic. I'm also a pathetic person. Whelp.
I hate myself. A lot. And nothing's gonna change that. (did autocorrect seriously just switch the word "change" with "vaccionage"? wow smh)
I'm making this post depressing, aren't I?
What's there to look forward to? For myself? Something happy? I forgot again oops.
I think it's pretty funny how during a single car ride I can get flooded with writing and drawing ideas and more productivity jazz, and then get all hopeless and dead inside again.
Puberty sucks. Ok. It. Sucks.
I never seem to take care of my hair good enough. Like, ok, hair is annoying. It's always against me. Some people compliment my hair, but I'm like, "??? nah my hair.. gross eww". I never seem to comb good enough. I like hiding behind my hair, but at the same time I think of just having short(er) hair. Because, y'know, that means less poofiness and combing and hair shiz. Ugh, hair is a hassle. Frick.
Yeah idk man.
Moodswings suck. They suck. Hell.
My dreams last night weren't that violent. But they still were interesting and intense. I forgot what happened in them for the most part though. So whatever.
I sometimes feel like drawing Animal Jam animals in the Animal Jam style. But at the same time, no.
At least that Steven Universe show is active nowadays. Guess that's something good.
I cringe thinking about my past self at every given moment. *eye twitches, tears fall out of other eye*
I'm scared of a lot of things. One being life. Haha.. unfunny joke.
I'm very tired now, so....
Sorry for not being very active on here recently. It's raining over here and my phone was wet. I usually read everything from my phone.
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