#godisuck

When you go through an old journal and find super lame, depressing, blacked-out stream-of-consciousness rambles that you don't remember writing. #AndThenYouStartScreamingLuceroSongsAndItsAllDownhillFromThere #StreamOfConsciousness #Unconsciousness? #journalentries #godisuck

So I drew crying Aqua From Konosuba in ms paint, not bad if I do say so myself 

I will do my workout tomorrow.

Oh my god. I just realized something. When I was like 10, I was at the mall and we were at the food court and I was waiting for my mom to bring me my food since I was too shy to order for myself. So I sat a table and there was this like 20 year old sitting at another table by himself and he kept meowing at me and saying “Here, kitty kitty.” and he kept making clicking noises and whistling and I thought it was hilarious so I started bursting out laughing and meowing to myself. I HAD NO IDEA THAT HE WAS BEING A PEDOPHILE OR SOMETHING. HE COULD HAVE RAPED ME AND I WAS LAUGHING MY ASS OFF.

Over the last year I have been struck with a complete inability to tell good from shit. It's like whatever information I retained from my writing degree is slowly being eaten away by something; it's distressing.