santa’s baby

i’m sorry y’all, but i think i’m leaving wattpad
          
          if you really wanna know, or just an fyi, every other social media account i have is some form of “michaeslangelo”. this includes ao3, tiktok, and pinterest. i haven’t posted much on tiktok or ao3, but i plan too. it you’re into tmnt, just an fyi. if not, maybe it’s best not to.
          
          idk. i feel like i’ve ran my course on here. all of the people i talked to are gone, and right now i just can’t. i appreciate you guys raising me and all. i won’t delete this account, but i won’t post to it again.
          
          i’m glad we met, even if it’s briefly and digitally. goodbye, and just know that i love you guys. i hope you had fun.
          
          the end.

a scent sent (tee hee) me back like 8 years ago when everything was bad but i thought it was good

hot take: coffee is terrible and i’ll only drink it if it’s 95% milk and sugar (my icon is hot cocoa btw)

it’s officially november 1st where i’m at, so winter/christmas theme. i’m indifferent about christmas but i do love changing themes. i’ll probably rotate around the turtles

someone write a poem about this story cause i’m bad at writing poetry but i feel like it deserves to be a poem for whatever reason
          
          one time i had a mental breakdown? panic attack? idk sometimes late at night i’ll start crying about my problems and trauma and stuff and it sucks. so it’s really bad and i can’t even remember what i was crying about but whatever. anyway i’m crying and i use my pinkie nail to scratch my wrist (i always keep my pinkie nail long but i cut every other nail if i see it white i just gotta). i realize what i just did and i cry even harder because my wrists were the only thing i believed was beautiful about myself, and i felt i ruined it them.
          
          like that’s poetry already but it’s not pretty nor beautiful. it doesn’t make you feel things. it’s informal. whatever.

nerd prep (self diagnosed)

hot take: oatmeal raisin cookies are good

does anyone even read anything on wattpad

had a sensory overload. went nonverbal. my friend is really cool and helped me out. another friend pissed off a bunch of younger kids and they actually tried to start fighting them. another friend had a rough time so we all laughed in the bathroom, exposing my interests and all the things i like. i don’t mind, i love other people knowing what i like. my science teacher now knows what i like too. idc he’s cool. today was an alive day, i had more fun than i knew what to do with. 
          
          i’m also vowing to never run away from someone crying again. never.

i’m sorry but people crushing on other people is so funny to me not in an aroace way but in like a “you told your best friend who your crush is and they won’t stop teasing you or trying to set you up while laughing hysterically the entire time” way
          
          i saw a fictional character just rapid fire greetings at their crush and i don’t think i’ve laughed so hard in my life