#forlorn

i cannot emphasize enough how much i do not get along with anyone. logic says thus i am the problem. the exceptions through the years are short lived blessings for which i mourn my amnesia. i wish to meet the social need bar yet all attempts feel like screaming into a vacant airlock with no reverberation. all thoughts, perspectives, initiatives, wonders, analogies, humors, and sentiments fall perfectly muted and thus do not bounce. what do the vines grasp to? where is it going? what ending is achieved by growth?

Me and my stupid, stupid ass forgot to grab my yart and filter before getting into the tub. I have tea, I have potato soup that's basically a bunch of chunks in mashed potatoes, and I have a god be damned headache, but no Mimosa yart. It is I, the fool

Crackheads are holding my laundry for ransom omfg. Every single time I think something normal can happen to me it just has to go to shit I guess? Anyway I have to go deal with all that later but I’m pissed bro I’m pissed I have shirts that I’ve had since I was literally a young teenager in there. My Sum41 concert shirt. My Theory of a Deadman concert shirt that I got from my stepmom that I haven’t seen in years. Almost the entirety of my socks and underwear. Not to mention the fact that practically every shirt I own and wear regularly is in there. Yesterday I had a panic attack for hours and hours on end it was horrible. And these people were supposed to be my friends?