The tight grip of control I have over my emotions, my responses to them and the way I comport myself is boring and I wish I could bang my head bloody against the wall till it fell down and I could take out a window to impale my throat on
Plans plans, plans, truck, frosted glass beads driftwood wire piece, license, win big, sell body, sell out, money, gotta have money, can’t be a person worth looking at without it right now I have got to figure out how to produce capital because I want something for the first time ever that is outside my means. I just. Need. to die
The problem with having a big giant brain that loves to strategize and plan is also that it takes sooooooo long for me to get anywhere and do anything because time moves at a snails pace and I move at the speed of Queen song subject. Which means every plan feels like it takes 40 million years to come to fruition
need advice on how to get over going cold turkey on your one and only high. currently roaming around the house almost crying and groaning in frustration and begging to be left alone by the horrors
