Progress


So every baby I see I want to take and every couple I see I wish boiling hot oil would fall from the sky and hurt them badly.

These aren’t good feelings. So…umm.

Got a new therapist though, first appointment Thursday.

But seriously, fuck everything. I didn’t mean that, I love you, all.

About me

I am great.
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