GPOYTh.
Too much shit on my plate right now. I have things due left and right, and dealing with family related issues. I don’t have time for other people’s hang-ups and issues until I’m done wading through mine. Please, please, please. Understand that sometimes words are just words, kindness is just kindness, and that not everything has subtext. I don’t have subtext. I have text. I am me. I’m not who you think I am. I’m as fucked up as the next unique special snowflake fluttering around this snowglobe we call a planet. Uniquely similar. I want simplicity. I need time to breathe and space to evaluate. Fuck fuck fuck.



