i've buried the worst parts of myself so deeply, a portion of my mind just about collapses when they're brought up again. no matter how hard i try, they always get brought up again.
the 'now' is so completely different than how i'd thought it would be. expectations don't hold up to reality, that's nothing new.
music, film, and poetry have done so much to help the expectations of my personal now to remain romantically untrue, which kinda fuckin sucks... but somehow also doesnt?
im sorry for how inactive i've been. i feel like i've let a lotta people down, which is stupid. (or, i hope it's stupid lmao)
i promise i'm trying to come back. i don't wanna leave just yet, so im not going to. im gonna stay until the friends i've made from this hellsite get sick of me :)
and i was sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties
if i were a snail, i would not have to be dealing with this currently. oh, how i wish to be a snail with a little mushroom house and a tiny patch of moss