Also I would want a massive cheese tray at my funeral.
One last thing. I want my corpse to burn up in reentry. Is that too much to ask? At least spread my ashes in the upper atmosphere so I can literally be the ultimate creeper by being in the air everyone breathes...
I'm totally normal I swear.
This message is brought to you by: "I wish I had the energy to give fucks about anything but my emotions, and how my body processes them (ie by flailing)"
Things haven't been perfect since I lost my amazing therapist to her being to awesome! I've regressed in some ways, and in others...well I can still bathe myself so I'm counting this as a plus.
I don't think I should write blogposts under the influence of my pills any more.
I think I have a cavity.
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