Category: Who Am I?

…if I'm going to be connected to you, I'm going to be connected to *you*— crooked teeth and lightning bolts, birthmarks and bent dicks, whatever you've got, I'm okay with it. And I need you to be okay with me, because most of the things that I don't like about my prison of flesh aren't

I might not be who I've been before, not take the same path forward as I've been travelling. It's a new year and Saturn is in Capricorn (Capricorn represent!) and this year, I am resolved.

No one is awake but me, no one heard me scream, and something is still in the room, but it's fading, and it was just a dream, and they aren't real, and nothing is going to hurt me.

I sat down as soon as a table opened up, and I figured I'd get my coffee as soon as the line died down, but that has not happened yet.

*bleedoop* There was a message on my phone. I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if googling “home remedies for depression” one more time would give me any advice beyond “diet and exercise”. The advice is always “exercise, have a routine, eat well, don’t drink”. Because people who exercise, people