i want to hibernate for the next three months and when i wake up maybe things will be less shite
it’s just that i still think about killing myself every day and i can’t quite convince myself that i shouldn’t have just done it instead of going to get help
(all that taught me was to shut the fuck up)
and it’s been a year and change and everything is still the same as it was
so what exactly am i sticking around for?
i’ve decided to start a visual diary of the creepy shit i dream about
considering printing up business cards that say ‘your look is super fab’ to give out when people’s looks are super fab
do you know what i love more than bad jokes?
to help people understand my physical limitations, i sometimes say i’m basically like an 85 year old lady
it has never felt more applicable than when i was lying in the landing thinking if i have to say ‘help i’ve fallen and i can’t get up’ i am going to be so pissed
what if every time dean said some variation of let’s just forget about it cas thought he legitimately meant it and took away the memory?
so dean’s wandering around wondering why it seems like he’s missing little bits of time
fck you’re totally right, that was actually a typo on my part. this is why i shouldn’t drink and photoshop tbh.