This is the stage where I am the star
15 December 2018, time is 3:20 am. A continuation from the previous post because fuck it, shit gets too long to read. EVEN 1500 WORDS IS TOO MUCH. SO… I tend to just… if I know I’m going to go way over 2000 words, I totally have to break it up. SO. EVERYTHING I AM
12 December 2018, and it looks like the band is coming back together. Or most of us, sort of. I haven’t seen nor heard from Jack and I am freaking out. Maybe it’s just me because I’m a super neurotic, over-thinking, over-sharing, over-the-top fucking FEELER OF FEELINGS. But…?!!?!?! I dunno?!! Look, there are 3/4 band
Look look look. Yeah I’m in a state of total and utter hypomania. Green Day sings to be woken up when September ends, well fuck, as September was ending I was being forced to go back to sleep by the rhythm of the war drums. The Harley Quinn in me retired after her thoat was
It’s been broken, it’s been wounded. And I lay it here on the table for us to inspect it for everything can become a teachable moment if you know how to spin it. By the way, may no mind the gaping hole in my chest. That is from a completely unrelated matter.. I don’t so
