It's 1:35 in the morning and I still haven't stopped thinking. About? Who the fuck knows. So many thoughts. Like a conveyer belt that's going to fast and you pick random boxes and put them back, out of order. Well might as well write so here are my thoughts on some things
Bullies: Where did your parents go wrong in raising you for you to think that's ok???
Social Standards: Fuck 'em
Emotional Pain: Hi there friend haven't seen you in.. a few hours or so.
Trump: Lets NOT go there, that's for another chapter
Clothes: if it fits than its probably going in the basket.
Shopping: Results in a panic attack most of the time
A certain person who's name I won't say unless she gives me permission : you've been through hell and back home who knows how many times. We may no longer be friends but I did and still look up to you.
So there are my thoughts. It's now 1:46
Yaaaaaaaay time to deal with the monster that is my brain
Here goes my third attempt at sleep.
