this is the log of capt. satah of the hmcs eatdic, an extraterrestrial cyborg that crash-landed in a canadian city full of grey rocks twenty-two years ago. their lumpy metal heart pumps only tea, cola, and beer. a stranger on the internet once described them as "lonely, young, trying to get drunk, and way too effeminate to ever get a girl in the next three years"
i want to msg my big sister like “HAVE YOU SEEN LILO & STITCH? HAVE YOU CRIED ABOUT IT? HAVE YOU CRIED YOURSELF TO SLEEP OVER LILO & STITCH BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT NOW” but i fear that may send a certain message, that is, a difficult one to talk about
just watched lilo & stitch for the first time and cried for literally the entire movie. sometimes i say that and it means “i teared up consistently” or “i made some whimpering noises throughout the duration” but in this case there were maybe two minutes out of the 75 that there weren’t tears actively exiting my eyes while my face crumpled completely unattractively. my pillows and face are disgusting. there are tissues everywhere. this is a disaster
yea i guess it’s tru tho. my selfies are so unsmiling and whatever but in sproutspace im the easiest person to make laugh in the entire world and i smile constantly and i squeak and react with my entire body to tiny things and am often just generally kind of a cartoon character. even when im full goth. that is why i am a Goth MArshmallow. when i eventually organise EATDICCON and issue mandatory guest passes to every single one of my followers you will see me as i truly am
p.s. yes i know sleeping on a bare mattress is filthy. i promise i am working to rectify this situation. i move around in my sleep a lot and i dunno if any of u have seen any warning signs of this in me but im starting to think i might be depressed and sometimes trying to get a sheet back on the bed is a low priority 4 me