sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
i type really well for a cross-faded person. This is not Safe.
and “forever” turns out to be since January 30th, since that turns out to be the last time a post of mine wasn’t Queued. oh.god. felt like forever. I’ve been becoming too old, too mature.
drunkhigh thoughts, it’s monday, it’s ok