Thursday, January 18, 2018

I'm so fucking mad

I don't know what stimuli I need anymore. I am extremely riled up rn. Fuck. Where everything seems aggressively uninteresting. It'll pass but it's driving me mad. The more you're capable of the more angst you got.

I hate brewing this for so long, I mean the preparation. It feels like being dormant. Fuck. Patience. I must have patience.

I'm so angry Diary. Don't you wish you can just pick

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