#i dunno where i was going with the yapping but eh. I'm kinda tired so forgive me

[asterleil]

yap about something idc how long or if it is something I don't know about just yap 🫵🫵🫵

Really 😳. You mean it? LETS GOOOOOOOOOO. aight, here we go.

I like food. But sometimes, I get tired of human food. And at the current moment, I've kinda just been eating for the sole purpose of not starving. But anyways, back to being tired of human food. I like eating paper, Random plants I find (my favorites are leaves and some flowers) and whatever probably non edible stuff I feel like eating. (My favorite so far is blood. It just has this nice metallic taste that makes me feel, well, something, but not other people's blood cuz aids exists) I also like bread. Like, just plain white bread. So sometimes I grab a loaf of bread, maybe some cheese if I feel like it, slip into the woods or the family garden (my uncle grows grapes and peaches and olives and other stuff) climb up into a tree (my favorite one is the oldest olive tree) and chow down while looking at the sky, mumbling to myself. Some days, I add leaves into my bread. My favorite is grape leaves, but during winter, they're gone so I take lemon leaves. They taste like lemons. And they look like lemons. Also I use it to trick myself into thinking I've gotten my dose of vitamin C. My favorite days are when I find dandelions. I can't choose wether to turn them into crowns or eat them. Either way, dandelions are neat. And after that,I just take a nap in the tree or wander around, sometimes spinning until I get dizzy, singing and reciting any poems I know. During these times I make most of my poetry. Of course, I make sure no one's around, cuz I know what they'll say. Also there's this old swing at my grandpa's house, and during the night, I sit on it and stare at the moon. Or I swing myself and look at the sky, it feels like you're floating. Then I yap to myself about whatever comes to my head, pretending the stars are my audience, and that for some reason, they're actually interested in what I have to say. I have this little blue notebook that I titled "flights of fancy" where I write down my ramblings. I don't like showing it to people because I know they won't get them the same way I do. It would be sacrilege. You guys get that, don't you? Also, the other day, I was just enjoying my white bread, and usually when I'm enjoying bread I rub my fingers together. I dunno why. And then some person (I don't wanna say who) told me to stop acting autistic. Twice. Like, how do you ACT autistic. That's kinda stupid. HOW DO YOU EVEN ACT AUTISTIC? But eh, it's okay, I don't care much. I once climbed a palm tree to get this one girl's shoe back in high-school. In front of the whole school. I don't care much about what people think of me. Probably because I would get very sad if I did. And I already have enough to be sad about. Also I gave my English professor a book with all my poems in it (I named it a look into my soul) a few months ago and he said he'll read it to see if I'm any good, and I asked about my book a few times but he keeps forgetting it in his office so now I feel like I'm nagging so I'm probably just gonna stop. It's okay, I have them all written down at home. My friends say I should publish my works but ain't no way anyone taking my scribbling seriously. Now come on, seriously, I can't be the only person who eats paper. Where yall paper lovers at? One time, this girl who I'm casual friends with gave me her number (we were in a joking mood. I'm not mean) and I grabbed the paper, ate it bit by bit, then smacked my lips and thanked her for the snack. I think I just invented a new rejection method. Worst she could say is no, they said, but not when she's me. And another question, how do you know if you've accidentally friendzoned 2 kids in grade six. It's been years, and I don't think I've friendzoned anyone but when I told my friends during that year about those two they all agree that I definitely did. I'm dense as a block, but come on, ain't no way anyone has ever had a crush on me. Wait what did I first start talking about? How did I even get here? I can't stick to one topic for long. I dunno why. I can't focus either .Oki, I've been yapping for long enough, and ain't no way anyone reading this. But it was fun. Bye