So I guess I’m hanging on to it. Not that there’s a way out of this mess, not that anything will ever help any part of it, but even if, if there was a way out, I’ll be standing there looking at the doorway where the light is seeping through and I won’t take a single fucking step towards it. Because this is safe, this is where I belong.

Do you too whenever see them together hear Carlos’ voice saying “together or nothing” or am I just going completely insane?

It is.

How long can you hide?
How long can you hide?
How long can you hide?
How long can you hide?
How long can you hide?
How long can you hide?
How long can you hide?
How long can you hide?
How long can you hide?

I’m typing Lesbian and my autocorrect is like “oh do you mean Lestappen?” Coincidence? Oh I think not.

Another day of missing my sunshine.

Feeling that “should shave my head” urge yet once again.

#brocedes #f1

At times, life just gets intolerable. I guess every one of us is feeling this way. No matter how hard you try to reach out. It's like calling out in the middle of the ocean. There is no response at all. It's like crying out to the sky. No one's there to answer you.
#dialog

I feel practically homeless without my car, like where do I go to smoke? Where do I go to have a mental breakdown?