I Have No Idea What I’m Doing

[scrolling through old posts on my blog] I would not fucking say that

I’m slowly beginning to accept the reality that 2007 was not last year but in fact almost four years ago

"I CANT HANDLE THIS" *handles this*

"I CANT TAKE ANOTHER DAY" *takes another day*

Pangaea was wasted on the dinosaurs. Imagine the railway network.

My Name is 8 PM. and I am always arriving when you atrent Looking

i say yay outloud too like this isn't just my internet persona this is real me

sorry I love this painfully mid media so much I could throw up

"It's just a TV show" maybe to you. I absorbed it into my soul though.

sorry about not replying I think I’ve gone missing

"this situation cannot possibly be improved by me opening my stupid mouth" is perhaps the most important thought that it's possible to have

sorry for the nervous breakdown everyone im actuallt fine because i have to be

(guy who doesnt even like dating) ok well does anyone want to get entranced by my whole deal or no.

did you seriously just disturb my slumber