Even stars burn out

If I had a nickel for each person who saw my posts in Tumblr during my last Big Bad Breakdown™ and decided to approach me to exploit my vulnerable emotional state for their own gain, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's ghoulish that it happened twice.

I'm kinda sad and disgruntled, but hey, at least a guy grabbed my hand for a solid 20 seconds while looking into my eyes tenderly and calling me by a petname. Did I want that? No. Love loses!!!

The world if my mother didn't make me feel every so often like I shouldn't breathe, move, or exist or ELSE

My specific brand of bullshit also means I'm whiny af but mostly in my public blog in front of the gods and a lot of internet people /silly. Not a single soul in my house knows a thing, however.

Being SO excited to write and then lying down for an hour because I'm in. A lot of pain. I do need to get this shit checked out.

I'm vain as hell but... my hair can look like shit this time. My neck hurts too much for fancy drying or whatever.