Mildly evaporated nonsense
I don't feel like making a real entry today. So you get fragments, woo! Not for the purpose of being vague, but because I'm lazy and don't feel like being articulate.
Men. I hate the 6th floor. Power trips. What the fuck. Sentences, words, lack of meaning. My cat rules. Sign me off on my foley removal. I dream of real emergencies sometimes. Dreaming of others. Want photos, moments. I crave something different, or maybe just what I used to love when I was younger. Creativity maybe. I'm hating the fakeness right now. Lovingly confused. Rush sucks. Life is a careful balance of enjoyment, manipulation, and finding where to actually trust. Neglect, fixed, fighting, fixed, still irritating. I know you're trying. I think I am too. Don't be mad. My car is fucking dirty and it sucks. I want something to immerse myself in. Addictive personalities are that way I guess. I need to feel sad about my mom moving. I'm afraid to. I don't think it will stop. I don't want to feel sad about my lease ending. I can't think about it. We can just let the cancer run its course and enjoy what we have now. Always enjoy what we have now, right? Besides being treated like everyone's bitch at work. Yeah, that's bad.
Anyway, I'd been feeling like rambling for a while. But plz don't worry. :D
Men. I hate the 6th floor. Power trips. What the fuck. Sentences, words, lack of meaning. My cat rules. Sign me off on my foley removal. I dream of real emergencies sometimes. Dreaming of others. Want photos, moments. I crave something different, or maybe just what I used to love when I was younger. Creativity maybe. I'm hating the fakeness right now. Lovingly confused. Rush sucks. Life is a careful balance of enjoyment, manipulation, and finding where to actually trust. Neglect, fixed, fighting, fixed, still irritating. I know you're trying. I think I am too. Don't be mad. My car is fucking dirty and it sucks. I want something to immerse myself in. Addictive personalities are that way I guess. I need to feel sad about my mom moving. I'm afraid to. I don't think it will stop. I don't want to feel sad about my lease ending. I can't think about it. We can just let the cancer run its course and enjoy what we have now. Always enjoy what we have now, right? Besides being treated like everyone's bitch at work. Yeah, that's bad.
Anyway, I'd been feeling like rambling for a while. But plz don't worry. :D