God damn, so much weed on my dash right now.
Spent the night in the hospital. Can I just get a whole new heart and eat all the chocolate and drink all the coffee in the world, and not get stuck with needles and hooked up to machines? Thanks.
“They yell at me because I can’t see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs. Nobody can make it stop.”
I just want my bones back. Please give them back.
I need summer, I need Chris, I need a cup of soup, I need a nap and a kiss. I’m going crazy.
Happy birthday to meeee
And all the while I’ll know we’re fucked and not getting unfucked soon.