This is Not a Cry for Help

Reading back, it’s kind of an aggressive title... Nevertheless, I’m going on hiatus indefinitely because life is about to be busy with my final semester of school. Maybe I’ll come back later, but if not, thanks for listening.

I got some cool stuff for Xmas. Guess I gotta stay alive so I can show off my new HOLOGRAPHIC BOOTS AND FANNY PACK ✨

Forgive the edgy title, but shit’s been hard for everyone these days. Happy holidays, y’all. See you next year ✌

Things are about to get dangerously revealing. No, I don’t mean getting naked.

Shit sandwich that we’re used to or poison? Either way, the alcohol in Las Vegas makes me understand why people become alcoholics.

I am running out of things to say. Cyberbully me at 4everemilydealwithit@gmail.com and give me more topics!

Who knew amoxicillin could cause yeast infections?

I gotta get another root canal. Rest in power, RBG. “Nailed It” is borderline sadistic.

Thank you guys so much for listening to me like the silent, faceless support system that you are. I promise I’ll give you some better content soon.

School has started but my anxiety is suspiciously absent. Could this be maturity? Or are my meds just working?

I’ll be moving back into my dorm in a few days, but today, I’m going to be vaguely rambling about my problems yet again. Extra points for anyone who correctly guesses what stimulant I’m on during this episode.

Probably the worst and most boring episode yet, but I gotta make my self-imposed twice weekly quota for episodes, so here you go. I’ll talk about psychedelics next time.

I have so much work to do. We all do. It would be easier if entry level jobs weren’t paid slave wages, though.

Mary Jane, K-holing, DXM, it’s all good. But for the love of God, PLEASE don’t tell my parents I’ve done drugs...

PMS and internal spite are my main motivators. The next episode will cover my experiences with weed and PCP so be ready for that.

I can’t sleep.

Manic descriptions of lunch prep and jello hobbies between sparkling water-induced burps.

Communication is difficult. So are relationships. Grab some popcorn and listen to me talk about my woes about both.

It’s not as interesting as it sounds.

A bit about myself while remaining anonymous and also struggling with this new audio medium.