i live in an organized chaos. sometimes things get messy, for sure they get messy. im pretty last minute, and probably seemingly disheaveled. but i know whats up. i know where my shits at, and if i need it, i know the places to go to find it. i have a knack for remembering useless things that have happened or specific moments of time (this also causes a lot of mental anguish, trust me!!) like a short video snippet playing in my mind (and playing, and playing, and playing hahhah). anyway, so to remember where i put things, it has to be extra distinct and it has to make sense for the way i go about my day. and when someone fucks with it, i can tell. and i love my family, but they fuck with it. and then they deny it.
if i have something you would like, please just ask, i like to share. but dont take it and expect me not to notice. im a daydreamer, not an idiot.
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