and then a friend took me to breakfast and we watched flcl at his house
can’t sleep because i probably should’ve just kicked him out of his own bed uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh
i broke the damn seal
damnit all to hell
meanwhile the moon is beautiful tonight and idk if this friend will actually keep his plans with me but at this point i don’t even give a fuck
About a two year difference and yet both are talking about the same thing.
I guess booze has taken over birds or whatever, different than using blue— a way to show depression without explicitly saying it? One was about the bad things that were going on, and the other is about coming to terms with projections of self— I’m going to ramble now.
