Dinner, and Overthinking - Blog 4

why are people liking these, that's so weird. like I'm just out here existing and someone gave me a sticker for like breathing. oh and I made dinner. pot stickers i think they are called but I steamed them. like dumplings but not. I need to get more soup dumplings like yesterday for real. I don't know how long I should space these blogs out, like once a week maybe but I don't know if I have the energy to do that so whatever. I just scared the shit out of Willow. I feel bad now. 

I also made rice and ramen to go with the pot stickers. This computer is telling me I spelled ramen wrong but I think its right. Ramen. nope, still wrong when capitalized. oh well. not my problem. Thanksgiving is going to be a nightmare this year so I'm a little worried about that but I'm also worried about the sun exploding to I'm just going to ignore it. I have a cat hair in my mouth, hold. ok good. my whole thing about these is I am writing like how I talk and think and stuff so I'm typing out every like uh and oh and stuff so if its weird its because of that. But I'm not really writing these to make sense so fuck it. uh I need to do laundry. 

I also bought milk and butter for anyone wondering, I have those things now. but I'm out of shirts. its like wack-a-mole, hit one problem and another pops up. but they are not really problems just shit I have to do that I don't want too. like I don't like dishes cause you have to do them over and over again, but I like organizing cause you kinda only do it once. sweet hell I wrote a lot, I didn't look up until now. oh man. whatever. read this or don't, not my issue. 

I'm going to eat dinner now. oh just in case you've made it this far, my messages are open. I enjoy having people to talk too, its just I don't read social situations well so I don't know how long to wait before being like friendly I guess. Like I treat people I've just met like I've known them forever and I'm told that I'm not supposed to do that so if it seems like I'm bad at texting its just that I'm waiting and trying to judge if I can be myself or not. Or I could be bad at texting. who knows. life goes on. uh I think that's it, might make another later. there, I spaced this out so its easier to read. um the end I guess. I'll have to think of a better sign off later.