Peanut butter is like eating a hug

[willyoucryforme]

Anyway...

What the hell is going on in my head? How are my personalities not quite
making steps to make up and be friends again?

I cant sleep alone anymore.
I cant wait to be home dodging phantom macabres and spooning in the moonlight with
my lifemate. I want my mohawk to have the nook smell. I want to drive
home at night smiling and smoking a cig.

I will really miss the clothes though.

I hate the internet.