JEFF MANGUM IS PLAYING IN FOUR DAYS AND IM NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO SEE THAT AND NOW IM FUCKING SAD.
I write every day of my life now. I don’t feel an ounce better. The problem I have with writing is that I cannot let myself bleed, I am in complete denial of myself. I am my own ghost. My favorite adjective is now Scorn, I feel that’s the most perfect adjective for a pessimistic person such as myself. I’m spending all of my days either writing, or pretending to be in love with somebody who I’m uncertain even wishes to have anything to do with me. This is my attempt at letting myself bleed.
life
I’m writing a book about god called the bible part 666, is that offensive? Oh well, i’m a level 81 dark elf and my daedric bow does 246 points of damage, plus an additional 50% due to my krosis mask and hood. Fuck you, I also larp all the time because it’s fun and i’m fucking angry. Well it’s sunny outside now, but not the good sunny, the type of sunny where it’s still very cloudy and miserable outside, almost like you want the sun to go away. Fuck you.
