I have a curiosity. plans. too many ideas to act just yet. a sustained state of hypomania. i have successfully channeled a portion of my neurotic energy into super powers. imagine all that bottled potential when used for anything besides self-hate.
She said, "i'm the little albatross. i'm only bad luck if you kill me." so in the shakespearean sense, we cursed me over and over that night.
A soundtrack: electra, breathe, sun and water, sometimes, past present future, lita loves u, when da sun is gone, lost in paradise, moon beat, binernaculum, sweet, restricted area, violet theme, me and mrs jones; you can't make this shit up.
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