oh my god, wat's wrong with me? fucking basketcase. needy shit. i knew it; my issues couldn't have just disappeared. they've just morphed.


(on the side: karin sorry i'm suck a crank sometimes.)

i thought i wasn't delusional anymore. now, nobody needs a basketcase ok. nobody nobody nobody needs a basketcase.
why are you wasting your time being dramatic? you need to sleep, you know?
mm. and i will, and i will think whatever is killing me will osmose into the other end of the abyss and be gone when i wake. you are only dreaming. bittersweet.