This is dedicated to bosom of this spill.
I accidentally drank from an opened water bottle that has been fermenting for about a month or so. I don't understand how I could be stupid enough to not recognize the taste of bacterial sludge. Oh, I'm sorry I forgot that I am an active narcissist and I believe the proper spelling would be "recognise". Because I think so highly of myself, I have to follow U.K spelling in order to keep up my cool/edgy persona. Wow, I almost fucked up on that one.
Bottom line is that I'm full of food, feeling an anticipated bout of lethargy, and fighting off anxiety that has been building for a few hours now.
I'm becoming more obsessive and less productive by the day. My friendships are no longer valid, and I am not feeling any satisfaction from my relationships. We're bound by our inconsistencies, I suppose.
Perhaps one may appear less attractive when placed in such a painful juxtaposition. Initially I thought he was the slightly enhanced version of you, but now I realize that...SHIT..realise that you two are complete opposites. I can't do this anymore. Perhaps this is the result of my nonexistent self-esteem, or maybe you've exposed yourself too quickly over such a small span of time. I often imagine his exterior placed with your mannerisms/affection and find myself less attracted to him. Are there any limitations to this preset masochism?
Jesus.
I want out but I'm missing the backbone to leave.
Bottom line is that I'm full of food, feeling an anticipated bout of lethargy, and fighting off anxiety that has been building for a few hours now.
I'm becoming more obsessive and less productive by the day. My friendships are no longer valid, and I am not feeling any satisfaction from my relationships. We're bound by our inconsistencies, I suppose.
Perhaps one may appear less attractive when placed in such a painful juxtaposition. Initially I thought he was the slightly enhanced version of you, but now I realize that...SHIT..realise that you two are complete opposites. I can't do this anymore. Perhaps this is the result of my nonexistent self-esteem, or maybe you've exposed yourself too quickly over such a small span of time. I often imagine his exterior placed with your mannerisms/affection and find myself less attracted to him. Are there any limitations to this preset masochism?
Jesus.
I want out but I'm missing the backbone to leave.