in which I keep photos of the unloved and forgotten I find in antique stores
Only this time when I opened it there was an unfamiliar Pokémon card
This is strange because I’ve never played Pokémon a day in my life nor have I ever purchased Pokémon cards. I know for a fact this wasn’t in here the last time I looked.
sleep makes me so mad tbfh do you know how much shit i could get done if this flesh prison didn’t require literal hours of laying there in a state of unconsciousness