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*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.* ㆍ✿ㆍWyatte Vhanceㆍ✿ㆍ₊⊹ ⊹ ˚ . 14 sweeps 。゚⋆ ⋆he/him⋆ Indie Pop Artist *.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

I Wore A String Bikini Top To One Of My Sets Once. It Was Awesome. Pity I Don't Still Have The Pictures From That Set :-/

On An Unrelated Note. I Have Been Prescribed / Several / Medications For My Anxiety. I Will Get Worse Before I Get Better Sorry I'm Advance

Maybe I Should Do Another Show Soon. Should Look Into Places With Openings Again

It Might Be Fun To Go To Goth Night But I Definitely Don't Wanna Go Alone Lol

I'm Gonna Go Crawl Into Big Dogs Comfort Slab For A Couple Hours. Maybe When I Get Back Up I Won't Feel So Hollow

I Didn't Get Much Sleep But At Least I Didn't Wake Up Feeling Like I Needed To Tear The World Apart

Gonna Be Good. No Drugs No Sex No Alcohol. I'm Gonna Curl Up And Sleep And In The Evening I'll Be Fine Again.

Whatever I'll Deal With This When Dusk Comes

I Wanna Make A Bad Decision. What's Worse Than A Bad Impulse Haircut But Still Shy Of Falling Off The Wagon

Don't Listen To Your Thoughts After Light Except I Have These Thoughts All Night Long Too. Fucking Whatever

Anyway Here's Wonderwall

I Wanna Lose Myself In Something New For A Change But What Else Is There

The Worst Part Is I Already Know I'm Actively Spiraling. It's Just That I'm Spinning Out Slowly, Like The Build Up To A Badly Paced Horror Flick. The Killer's Not Here Yet But It's A Matter Of Time Lol

I Wanna Be Self Destructive. I Wanna Spiral So Hard And So Bad And So Fast I Can't Hide Anymore. But I'm Not Gonna. I'm Gonna Go Crawl Into My Covers And Pretend I'm Gonna Be Fine In The Evening

Literally Every Post I Make Is A Vulnerable Post I Am Like A Small Frightened Rabbit At All Times

Do You Think I Can Convince Casper's Broodmate To Bully Some Guy For Me For Being Dense Or What

Also Genuinely Trying So Hard Not To Crash Out About Something Unrelated Cuz I Was Raised Not To Say Anything If I Didn't Have Anything Nice To Say Oh My Gods

Anyway Whatever I'm So Normal My Fevers Gone And I'm Not Throwing Up Down Left Or Right Anymore So Like Yippee. Gonna Work On A New Song Tomorrow, Maybe If I'm Up To It I'll Go To My Crash Pad And Work There

I Could Tell Everyone It's Complicated Until I Puke Up Rainbows And It's Never Gonna Make Sense To Them, It's Just Wyatte Being A Hystrionic Coward

And It's Not Even Like I Haven't Found That After A Fashion Cuz I Have, I Really Have. But I Can't Have That For Reasons I Can't Seem To Get Anyone Else To Understand And Don't Know How To Explain Without Betraying Someone Else's Trust.








