Originally posted by StarrmanSounds better than my plans. I'm going around the house and throwing away all sharp objects and cutting tools lest I suffer another depletion of seratonin. After that's done, I'll probably just write some dark poetry in my secret diary.
Tonight I'm staying in watching the rain patter incessantly against my window while I rue the choics I've made in life and drink vodka till I dehydrate so much I can't cry myself to sleep anymore and just pass out 😞
Originally posted by darvlayI wish I still found a point to keeping a diary, but I just don't have any reason to share any more.
Sounds better than my plans. I'm going around the house and throwing away all sharp objects and cutting tools lest I suffer another depletion of seratonin. After that's done, I'll probably just write some dark poetry in my secret diary.