i miss those days when i thought i sucked at everything i had no friend.
there seemed to be no way out of that kind of depression.
then i’d go for a walk.
or a ride on my specialized bike (RIP :().
and nothing would change.
i’ll read a book.
the ordeal of gilbert pinfold.
draw the red curtains in my tiny dorm room.
my feet would get cold from the lack of heating (it was winter).
i’ll think of some girl i secretly liked in high school.
wait for the cum to dry on my shorts.
thank you angela carter i don’t feel bad about switching tenses anymore.
maybe i’ll go to sleep.
sleep is the best for depression.
a nice deep sleep.
when all your worries turn into dragons.