welp, i have exactly 48 hours to make my “gay and vaguely goth” apartment aesthetic into an “i am an adulty adult who can handle adult life” aesthetic.
wish me luck, duderinos
me: lookit me getting shit done; i’m a shining example of adulthood
narrator: she had finished off a bag of lemon cookies for lunch only an hour before and spent the rest of the hour mentally preparing for one (1) phone call