what thefuckamI doing. you know?you ever get those late night, what the actual fuck is going on vibes? like what am I doing and why I am here? oh and by the way, did you realize the progression of time was a fucking thing?fuck. my chest gets tight and I…….. hit another bowl,to be honest.Continue reading “pre dreams”
Category Archives: about me
conversations with myself
it’s kind of like a deep and painful apathy, like it’s not that I want to die I’m just so painfully aware of the pointlessness and desolate loneliness of life….and then I wake up to a new day and nothings as bad as it seemed under the cloud of night.
pretty words for wicked girls 