Like a loose thread tugged wrinkles the fabric, age is starting to pull my strings. Not funny, age.
At least as a perfectionist I can draw ugly things really neatly.
Gonna steal all the bikes by turning the combination locks one number anticlockwise.
am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me
am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel
does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy
And the riveting companion anthology of short stories: Am I Actually Getting Better or am I Ignoring My Problems
Did I Make a Mistake or am I Just Blaming Myself Again, part of the extended universe.
Increasingly wary of people who describe themselves as “like a real-life Daria”
Steal cat litter from the supermarket and use the money you’ve saved to buy artisan sourdough.