I haven’t written anything on here in forever. Like anyone even reads this. I’m very sunburned. I need to find a place to buy a fake poop.
i understand that nobody is perfect, especially not me, but why do i have to be so incredibly unperfect? it is just seemingly impossible that one person can screw up so much and cause hurt in so many lives but i manage to pull it off. sometimes i think i should just cut off human interactions so i can stop hurting everyone i care about.
Death is paid for by grief and measured only by the depth of the grave.
We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.

