Clearly my nerdy-ass self description positively SCREAMS “gold-digger.”
I’d be happy with a guy spotting me a slurpee and some hot Cheetos. 
I usually let these slide without replying. 
But I’m sick and pissy, so bite me.

Clearly my nerdy-ass self description positively SCREAMS “gold-digger.”
I’d be happy with a guy spotting me a slurpee and some hot Cheetos.

I usually let these slide without replying.
But I’m sick and pissy, so bite me.

HHHHNNNFFFFFFF
I just sold both Giselle and Ursula at the same time.

It’s not like I was ever going to wear them at a convention again, but all of a sudden I got super nostalgic and I realized I’ll miss them a lot. And I never got to do a shoot in Ursula…

But at the same time, SDCC is in two weeks and the money couldn’t have come at a better time, soooo.

WHY ARE MY BOOBS STILL GROWING: A Memoir by an Upset 23-Year-Old With Expensive Taste in Bras

SENPAI NOTICED ME

O_____O”

And on tonight’s edition of “Reasons Wendy Never Replies to Anything”

And on tonight’s edition of “Reasons Wendy Never Replies to Anything”

I pincurled the top half of my head and the bottom half is dry and I’m too lazy to wet it again to finish.

My arms hurt.

And I should be doing other things.

But I should look decent tomorrow I guess?

I’m not too sure?

I hit 2000 followers on Instagram today! 
Follow me if you haven’t yet!

I hit 2000 followers on Instagram today!
Follow me if you haven’t yet!

What even.

What even.

As much fun as working in my jammies all day is, putting on a bra and doing my hair makes me like a million times more productive, yo.

I have to make a more conscious effort to frequently remind myself that I am loved, I have friends who care, and not everyone thinks I suck at life.

It’s so easy to get sucked into a void of depression, self-loathing and anxiety.

But at some point, I get tired of being such a fucking downer. I am such a lazy creature that I don’t even have enough emotional stamina to spare to feel anything negative for more than a few weeks before I realize how not worth my time it is.
It’s not that it stops hurting, it’s a dull toothache-y feeling in the pit of my stomach and behind a closed door in my heart. It’s what wakes me up at 3am in a cold sweat. It’s what makes me question everything before I let my guard down with anyone, which I seldom do anymore.

I’m going through a lot of changes. I don’t even know what the point of this post was. But I desperately want to re-focus my priorities and start setting my life on a different course. I’m going back to school, I’m taking a step back from cosplaying so much after this year, and I’m probably going to seek a second job so I can move out. I’ve always been so steadfastly resistant to change, especially once I carve out a comfortable nook for myself. But I’m sure it will ultimately be for the best. Life begins outside your comfort zone, right?