#anyway i’m wimpy and sorrowful or whatever

[wybbit]

the anthropologists of the future do not care about me. they are looking at my blurry-inked little journals and going “ugh, ANOTHER 100 pages of mental illness? how dull.” they are laughing scornfully at the feminine nature of my pelvic bones. they think i own too many shockingly durable carharrt sweatshirts. but they forget me in less than a day