This feels like the end
I've made a bunch of entries in the past month that would shock and offend if I actually posted them...
I should relate events but those don't occur in my life, and I could relate feelings but those occur too much to know which ones to post here. So I'm just gonna content myself with being miserable and hating everything without having to tell a soul. Except this one time. And all the other times.
More to come when I'm feeling less despondent. A lot less.
I should relate events but those don't occur in my life, and I could relate feelings but those occur too much to know which ones to post here. So I'm just gonna content myself with being miserable and hating everything without having to tell a soul. Except this one time. And all the other times.
More to come when I'm feeling less despondent. A lot less.