i was just thinking about how I’m doing this retreat tomorrow, and how i’m not going to be able to take a shower and what not (since it’s only an over night apparently it doesn’t matter).
but then I realized that if I could sleep outdoors with a too-small sleeping bag with about 1.5 million people, I think I can handle staying indoors all day, and not showering.
I'm not normal.
I’m a fuck up. I think in a step by step process when I figure out how to kill the people who make me mad. I plan out in detail how to hide what I do to myself. I don’t give a fuck what people think, they’re just inconveniences. Talking to people makes me realize how much I enjoy being alone. It also reminds me why I think about killing people a lot. I do things like study forensics so I know how to take counter-forensic measures. Pain has kind of always been a non-issue with me. If someone else hurts, it takes a lot of effort for me to help them. I constantly prefer the company of animals, myself, and music than actual people. And I have no friends. Some acquaintances may contest that statement.
I’m a fuck up. And I’m going to prove it again tonight.
And who gives a fuck? Haha.
Bye, guys.
So my dad and I just went and bought a shit-ton of food since we have had no food in our cupboards for weeks and I want to go eat some of it, but I don’t think that’s going to be able to happen because a) I’m fat b) my mom is making dinner and c) I’m ridiculously tired and lazy. Why do bad things happen to good people?
I have to do work
but god, I never realized how loud my keys are
before I’ve been stuck in dead silence with a roommate trying to sleep
shite
I’m going to have to go to bed now and do this paper in the morning
which means
no Tumblr until this shit is done
hell
night y’all
see you on the flip side
and remember
you can’t blacklist freedom
