Well, it happened. My world didn't end, but it's not sitting too right either. I tried to sleep, got in 90 minutes and woke up from a horrible fucking dream featuring B and CGF and yeah, well, here we are at 3:27am. So that's that I guess. I don't know. I was with someone but we didn't have sex. We talked for like 4 hours straight. I used them as a therapist. Not very nice of me. They even made me dinner. I wish my regular therapist did that.
I didn't do shit during the day yesterday. Too stressed out. Left around 6. Got home a little after midnight. I tried to be an adult. Kept my anxiety and fears and all else hidden. Part of me may be out, but I guess the rest goes back into the cold dark depths of my mind.
Traffic sounds more and more appealing every day.
Getting two new tattoos next week. At least I can control something in my life.
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