Inject Movies by Weyes Blood into my bloodstream. Let every moment of my life be backtracked by it. Give every scene I play out- in and out of solitude- its spaced-out yearning and resignation-turned-determination. Fill every 5 minute interval with twinkles and sighs and crying and yelling

I told someone I had trouble gaining consciousness (as opposed to “waking up”) this morning and they couldn’t relate. Their whole life?? Never struggled with gaining lucid thought in the morning?? I’m sobbing. This is hell.

Guys my sleeping problem is so bad once I woke up in class and couldn’t identify the girl’s hair in front of me for a good 5 seconds. After going over the slides I missed, I realized I had only missed like 3 slides I wasn’t even out long.

The only thing keeping my main character syndrome at bay is how I’m rarely even a character at all in my own dreams. I’m usually either in spectator mode or like a demon possessing person to person

I want someone to film me during all my lowest moments then compile it into a comic-sans-and-emojis-captioned-“best moments” meme edit with lil astrixed inner dialogue and I will watch it and laugh and nothing in my life would be serious anymore.

I’m so obsessed with figure skating rn that my nightmares have stopped and my brain instead uses my dreams as a realm to practice skating without the physical and mental limitations of my body and the real world

My Spotify is my most successful romanticization of my life I have ever achieved. If when I die, and people dug up a bunch of Camille content, I’d hope it’d be that.

People: you have the biggest frown on ur face rn wth is up

Literally me just not smiling after every word they say: everything was good until you uttered that nonsense and now I want to go live in a cave.

I hate it when people get offended by me not trusting in their character as if they haven’t been completely reconstructing their identity every 5 years.