I'm Tired, I'm wasted, I love you darling!

I don't have anything depressing to say tonight.


In fact...I don't really have anything tonight.

Just a happy mushy thing with warm delicious goo. So much goo. I got stuck in it, so while I'm here, I might as well get all cozy.






I think the amount of brain cells destroyed while watching The Room is on par with a night of alcohol poisoning.









Self portrait as of right now:



I am an awkward ass balloon.
But I guess this is what happens with new things. We are still all learning to walk.





I wish I wasn't so fucking bad at opening up about how I feel, there is this fucking wall always stopping my tongue from making the sounds that I want it to make.
All that being said, I'm really fucking glad you were at that party.