Sometimes when I'm laying in my bed, I'll hold out my hand in hopes of someone grabbing it and pulling me away.

Ashtray is Trash in pig Latin.

There will be random moments when I just wish Rick and Morty were real.

When I hear or see things, my mind immediately goes to Rick and Morty portaled into my house.

I cuddle with my pillow and pretend it's a real person.

My arm hurts.

I like warm showers because it feels like I'm being held.

I cuddle with random things because I like the feeling of being loved.

I like to be cuddled because I feel loved when someone is cuddling me.

I like hugs because it makes me feel loved.

Sometimes I'll wish Rick portaled into my house and took me away to live with the Smiths.

I want to cuddle.

I enjoy sleeping because my dreams are better than real life.

Dreams are better than nightmares because you have to wake up.

I don't have nightmares because I'm already living one.

Dying is like sleeping, so if I die, I can live an eternal dream.

It's rare I'm actually happy.

Okay, I'm done.