first post to this blog after a long time
I'm fucked up depressed now. It's not funny anymore. It's like teenage angst only worse because you're older.
I'm listening to Celia Cruz right now belt out Guantanamera as if a foreign language sung by a woman who likes to wear blue wigs with giant white plumes and sequined gowns will make me happier. It does not. I'm trying to finish some stuff but I'm just staring into space.
I know nobody will help me right now.
Nobody.
I'm listening to Celia Cruz right now belt out Guantanamera as if a foreign language sung by a woman who likes to wear blue wigs with giant white plumes and sequined gowns will make me happier. It does not. I'm trying to finish some stuff but I'm just staring into space.
I know nobody will help me right now.
Nobody.