I can't feel my fingers...

they got hurt. Roy and Artemis both got hurt and I couldn’t even come as back up. I don’t regret this, but I still feel sick.

I miss beer. I don't even like beer. ugh.

even more physical evidence you fucked me up. I would have had them anyway, but you made it worse. thanks for nothing, you sack of shit.

talking about any of this feels too much like putting a hammer and nail to a pressurized tank. it’d get the shit that’s bottled up out, but it’s gonna tear the whole tank to pieces getting it out, and it’s gonna happen all at once, and it’s going to wreck the person who has the guts.

I'm still shakin too much. I hate this.

I've been on and off shitty but now I'm nauseous for a whole other reason. did I upset him? is he mad? fuck.

tfw you almost immediately regret every single thing you’ve ever said.

yeah, I’d ride his dick. he’s pretty and funny.

dissociate can eat my entire ass. 

I'm going to deck him in the mouth. I hate him. I hate all of this. I wanna smash shit.