No one gives a shit! But having hon through not one but TWO breakups with the second one being so much worse really fucks someone (me) up. Lost at sea without my guiding light to guide my way anymore. But I suppose that’s how it goes sometimes, and I have to find my way out there alone for now. Maybe that light I followed will come back to me one day? Or maybe I’m stuck adrift until something else comes my way. Either way the influence thing I DO know is that I don’t know what I need to do with my life, and It’s a damn shame that I’ve run out of people to talk to about that.
Irregardless, that is my piece of information of my life for the next *checks watch* year? 2 months? Just for tonight? I don’t know! Whenever I remember I have this account again and get the urge to use it as a semi-diary but only once after a life-altering moment :3! Anywho, signing off! (The strange creature skitters off into the dark, assumably to rest its weary head for the next tale it must live through.)

















