It's spooky

I can't shake the feeling that big changes are coming and I'm anxious about them.

Aaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddddddddddddddddddddd this is great.

I can't stop thinking about my two childhood best friends and how much it hurt when they cut ties with me.

One part of me wants to reconnect super bad, the other part of me just wants them to fail.

Either way, I should be long, LONG over this

I confess...

I drank too much too quickly.

I fucking love you.

And I hate you.

And all of y'all can go fuck yourselves and smile!!!!!!!!!!!!

Slept late missed handball again.

My third orgasm was way better listening to music than the first one watching porn.

I seriously need to control this rage, having a very strong urge to cause serious amounts of pain on a massive scale.

Also cookies.

Self-destructive mode initiated. Contact will be limited until further notice. I think I'm drowning in stress and it's triggered a bipolar down turn. I hope anyways. I can't handle another upswing.

Fucking hell I can't do this.

I should have walked away, I should have said no. Every day I told myself that I was going to. And every day I did not do it. Fuck.

I really like the mountain goats you mean person.

Not folky enough!

I am tired of losing all threads with good stuff in them.


"There's no way back for me. Only forward. Through your teeth."

That sucks

I love you.

I know.

Alright han solo.