my dream of him... it's a whole different thing when you open your eyes so tired I can't do this when I'm being watched; feeling mean so I'll choose silence instead. the path of least resistance 33 half moons ago, a standing chance
this is a blog about the tragic joke that is my love life and also sometimes some other stuff. it's not nonsense to me, but it probably is to you. that's kinda the point.
the trail of my delusions...it's more fun if you start from the beginning, which is the end.