when people understand me, we’re able to interact in a more pleasant, healthier manner, but I can’t exactly carry around pamphlets saying “so we might become friends: my trauma-based behaviors and why they’re Not About You™”, “so we might become friends: an explanation of my disorder-related behaviors“, and “so we might become friends: how to interpret my atypicalities”
This barca is a mess. There is no flow, this isn’t tiki taka. This is passing around without a purpose. The defense isn’t covering for Mats as they should. He keeps cleaning up their mess. The midfield isn’t supplying the forwards with passes. At this point we could use a sack of potatoes instead of Suarez because it’s the same thing. Lucho keeps making the same mistakes over and over again. We are suffering and i don’t see it changing anytime soon.
We’ve come to a point where there are people – millions of people – who are quite happy to trade a kidney in order to go on television. And to show people their knickers, and to show people their skid marks, and then complain to OK! Magazine about a breach of privacy. The exchange of private information – that is what drives our economy. But you come after me because you can’t – you can’t arrest a land mass can you? You can’t cuff a country.
i’m losing count of how many times i’ve apologized for my lack of activity on here lately, but here’s another one for whoever’s still sticking around for my own personal dumpster fire. i miss writing constantine and i miss all of you so freakin’ much. i’m just so fucking busy with college, and it’s honestly ridiculous. on top of all my homework, my real life social life is more active than it’s been in the last seven years of middle and high school combined, so i’m exploring what it means to have physical friends for once.
all that said, i really am trying to get on here from time to time and do drafts and shit. just…please bear with me. i know i’m asking that a lot, and i’m so, so grateful to anyone who’s still sticking around. i hope y’all have awesome days.