( he’s in bed, curled up under at least five blankets. goodnight. )

Stop yelling.

it’s fine, it’s fine. i’m just being a cunt.

aren’t you like. . . literally pregnant ? i’m not eating your food, dude.

Yeaaaa, yeah yeah. Whatever, i’ll go kick rocks. ( 🫩🫩 )

oh! so i’ll just go fuck myself, I guess.

( aggressively rubbing his eyes. trying so hard to not be tired. )

He shrugs, opening the door a little wider. “ I’m not dead, if that’s what you mean. “ he laughs… then clears his throat. maybe he shouldn’t be joking around like that. “ sorry… “

/ i just can’t think of plots i just know i need angst 😭😭

…meow…

/ angst. adam angst. post trap adam angst. i need it. long threads. make me cry. someone help. PLEASE

ah ahaha.. ha… my last girlfriend hated touching me so… can’t say i have.

yeah? how so.

anyways.

ugh, i already feel like a door hinge. ( 🫩 )

i feel like i’m more of a street cat than a dog— whatever, not the point. i’m a grown ass man, i’m fine. . . . i do appreciate the concern though.

that would actually probably be very nice. i’d love that a lot.

and what if i said i already got a bad back… and bad knees… and bad like… everything.

it does fit !! it’s just… been a minute since i wore it… ( 😓) and by a minute i mean maybe a few years…