what, with all due respect, the absolute fuck
hi I'm drunk and gay and I can only say that I'm gay when I'm drunk otherwise I'll have another fucking crisis and end up just thinking of myself as a disappointment to everyone as usual
today i read a thing about anxiety being your illusion of control over something you couldn't possibly control. it made me cry, but not because I could relate
it was because it reminded me that I don't have control and that fucking terrifies me
and because it reminded me that maybe if I was a little bit less like me, maybe I could have a bit more of that control
truce //