I Never Give You My Number, I Only Give You My Situation.
listening to abbey road and wondering exactly what i have done, in terms of decisions. i really wasn’t paying attention for a while. and i purposely forgot a lot of things, so it would be easier to make decisions i was making. i don’t know if any of this was a good idea, i am fairly sure it wasn’t and i could be perma-fucked, in the not-awesome way.
i feel like i may have in fact aged 10-15 years in the past few months, but then again, that’s exactly something i would say.
i miss a lot of shit. in more than one way. i am fucking retarded. what the fuck have i done?!
FUCK dudes. FUCK. this better not be the way it could be, because i will not be what would be commonly referred to as “a-ok” with this shit.
shit. i do not even know what to do.





