I am at a confused time right now. Who the hell cares what other people think. Who cares who I hang out with? If anyone were to judge, they don't matter anyway. I mean...it's hard to say that stuff doesn't get to me, but I consciously know that it shouldn't.
You ever feel like you just want to be there for a person, but you don't know how? I feel like that so much these days. It's awful.
These paragraphs are getting shorter as I go. That either means I'm tired or am running out of things to say.
It's the first.
Yours Until the Cement Melts
P.S. I lonze a lot