I'm leaving my house today. Going out into the real world to do what real people do (and that does not include contemplating becoming a cult leader).
And I was way excited about it until I remembered the reason I am taking the train to town is due to a therapy appointment.
Fuck my life. And bite me.
Hard.
Because I can no long decipher between reality and a delusion.
I need nicotine. Terribly.
x
I just dont like the elderly pervert kind :/