Ughhh
Deciphering myself is so fucking difficult. I can never tell if I'm crazy and oblivious or sane and right.
I'm afraid I feel differently about things I once loved. And don't love them anymore.
I hope I'm wrong.
On a different note - I can't wrap my head around such disgusting, sordid and vile affairs.
Fags.
I'm afraid I feel differently about things I once loved. And don't love them anymore.
I hope I'm wrong.
On a different note - I can't wrap my head around such disgusting, sordid and vile affairs.
Fags.