squirming on the operating table

[enterthemirror]

good morninggg i woke up earlier but this is my good morning. roommate turning on the lights in this room for no reason. awful awful awful awful. i need a womb to be in somewhere. anyways i am hungry (thank you yesterday me) but i do not want to get up sooo... we'll see. anyways im so bored maybe i will try to watch the gay nerd show everyone wants me to watch. bleh i feel so dead. i don't even want to think about doing work but i know i have tasks to complete. i don't even know what to listen to! listening to this German band Loxiran and they're okay. i do feel weird enjoying metalcore... i can never admit that i like it because everyone will think i like the shit 2000s-today American variants. i don't know why only the 90s German variant appeals to me. actually there are some good Canadian ones from the 90s. and probably America too but less so. anyways. it's embarrassing. ough this can't be a complaining message but i really am hungry and tired and do not want these lights on... it's so bright out too, weh. plus the people i would normally pass time talking to have like jobs and things. lame!!! it's the weekend. i turned off Loxiran because i'm not in the mood but i also don't know what to listen to. maybe Noahlewis again? i am putting them on. ugh i don't know what to write. this message feels like a cat falling down a flight of stairs. i see now why diary entries are saved for the end of the day. i would write more but it would consist of me being depressed and complaining and probably becoming increasingly sexually frustrated. prion disease... i am comfortable dying in a horrible accident or medical mystery.