I’m a ride or die bitch, not a cut n’ runner. Twenty-four hours of radio silence was enough. I was cheating myself. Y’all crack me up and I missed the laughs. And, as it turns out, I’m terribly bored without my internets. To hell with haters and self-hatred. I heart you, crazy series of tubes.
So, put your wolfshirt on, ride a narwhal, fuck a unicorn, like some turtles, and close a pool, because you really are the man now, dog.
I am overexposed. Somedays, I feel like the internet is the worst thing that ever happened to mankind. I miss when we just kept shit to ourselves. Privacy is kind of wonderful, ya know?
So, yeah, I’m gonna see my way out for a little bit. Someone made me cry on teh internets tonight. That’s where I draw the line. I’ve only just rebuilt myself back into someone I recognize, let alone like & LOVE, and I will not sit here and allow myself to be broken down by people who don’t even know me. Enough. I’m tagging out, for my sanity. I’m too sensitive for my own good and tonight was an excellent reminder of that. I need a break.