coloring the freak flag
the small slice of sanity that i do possess, the one that gives me some sort of ability to be "normal" in public situations, slowly slips away each spring. every year it’s a little more slim. i do believe i will be utterly gone by the time i’m 30.
unable to carefully formulate words into meaningful sentences that my conversationees will understand and won’t be offended by. i never learned how to repress, and therefore will always be a child. madness is beyond me. i just need to go to time out.
mantra: fuck it all.
unable to carefully formulate words into meaningful sentences that my conversationees will understand and won’t be offended by. i never learned how to repress, and therefore will always be a child. madness is beyond me. i just need to go to time out.
mantra: fuck it all.