People suck. I made a friend, that friend was a lie. BUt….I got to be out, and talk, and make friends. And now? Back to square fucking one. It sucks. I dunno what to do now…
Life….is ass.
Turkish delight helps though.
I dunno, I guess I’m just bitter my bestie and my essentially older sister broke up. Cos no way am I not ending up on Tasha’s side, I just…ugh. I want my own friends ya know?
Welp, time to make sad music. Sirus out.
Just a lil insight, if Tasha finds it hard to believe that their own dog, lucy, loves them, a dog so full of love she could burst, Tasha is never gonna believe anyone else loves them. Just, summat to think about.
Well, this is weird, I don’t usually do this. But hey, I’ve noticed a pattern no one else has, Tasha’s days seem to go in waves. Bad day, meh day, good day, meh day, bad day. No one else has picked up on that it also goes in twos. Days go in twos, there’s, like, no rational reason for that, but no one else has picked up on it. Except Kay, but he doesn’t exactly talk about it. Also it’s really hard to type when people keep trying to talk to me. People are weird.
The DID pack 