"Dead blog" this "dead blog" that, GOD FORBID WE TAKE A BREAK! Hi. We're fuckin back, baby. Now, on to the fun shit.
People have been asking me, "Stu, why don't you want to get better?" BECAUSE, JENNIFER! I LIKE BEING SICK IN THE HEAD! I LIKE PEOPLE BEING ABLE TO SEE ON THE OUTSIDE HOW WE FEEL ON THE INSIDE! Of course, I'm pro-recovery for everyone else. Just not us <3
I just love love love the feeling of being fucked up, don't you? No? Well, good thing I'm not in your system!
Anyways. We're a year and four months clean from self harm. I can't find the box cutter, or find out how to unscrew a plastic handheld pencil sharpener, so it'll stay like that for a while.
We're real fuckin fictive heavy, by the way. Our protector and gatekeeper is Ghost. From call of duty. He has major beef with me because he wants us to stay better and I don't. I wanna stay sick.
Anyways. Send asks. I'm bored.