I started thinking a lot about nature today while I was outside. Like how every year a tree grows one tiny tree ring. It just seems so special. My pet snails are not enjoying their plastic prison. I'm getting them a terrarium and setting it up with moss, dirt, and plants. Snails have to be misted with water daily, and they'll eat literally anything.
Stuck in people's expectations. Wish I could do something to lower them, I feel like a dissatisfaction to them. My mother thinks I am always mature and happy and genius, but that stuff only comes out when I'm sleep deprived and existential and terrified of my own being.
In other words, they like unhealthy me. Even I do, but I need to be healthy for the sake of my living and surviving. Is that too much to ask?