When I was a kid I would constantly get acid reflux/stomachaches because of anxiety, because my parents would fight all the time for no fucking reason. If I thought I saw another conflagration coming I would panic.

Now I get this feeling almost every day thinking about them. You know. Them.

And today it is especially bad. I’d really like to distract myself with the only thing that really fills the void: Panda Express. Or something. Probably this Hawaiian place I order from. Idk.

Venmo/CashApp: @/$allthetimesivedied

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Oh also Creamsicle is going back to the friend’s house he’s been staying at while I get my shit together, tomorrow. I wanna do something fun with him so he won’t be sad.

He says “I’m a whale. Yay!”