Guys, to keep from getting too sad, enjoy this photo of my t..

Guys, to keep from getting too sad, enjoy this photo of my titanic ass in leopard-print panties. Or don’t, your call.

It’s been a weird day. This morning, I couldn’t shake the situation with my dad for a while, then I made onion soup. Lately, I’ve been eating like there’s no tomorrow. Some random follower, whom I barely even knew, messaged me saying I’m boring. I suggested he unfollow me, he agreed, but then kept lurking around. I had to help the guy out and spare myself his dumb presence by blocking him.

Another genius, someone my age, swore he’d read my profile and loved it, though from the way he wrote, it was obvious the only letters he’s ever seen were on an air freshener in the bathroom—and even those were a struggle. He claimed to be an entrepreneur and said he’d “support” me financially. All I had to do was send him some spicy pics, and he’d tip me right away. When I politely suggested he buy my content, he refused, but then kept sending screenshots of money he’d sent to other women, saying, “Look what you’re missing out on.” Truly inspiring. Since when did stealing grandma’s pension from her closet count as entrepreneurship? Maybe I’m just getting old.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, it seems like I look extremely starving in my photos, and that’s why certain gentlemen think I’m about to leap out of my panties and make content for them in exchange for breadcrumbs. So, my dear friends, don’t hold back—send me pizza money, so we can show these clowns that I’m well-fed and thriving.

In the evening, Dasha came over, and we watched anime until late at night. Being with Dasha feels very calm. She recently broke up with her girlfriend, so we’ve been spending a lot of time together. Dasha touched and stroked my tired, chewed-up fingers. It felt like tenderness.