sorta anti rec. feeling aimless, hovering around my own apartment like a ghost in limbo. i wonder if people see me staring out the window, into the void.
i usually drag my feet but it always ends up being better than i think it will be and sometimes i get rewarded with a sweet treat or deep personal lore
THERE ARE DRAFTS HERE!!!
i enjoy filling up my drafts with thoughts and jokes and holding them captive in a cage until i feel like randomly releasing one of them into the wild <3
