There is no Restless Leg Syndrome. You shift and twist in response to the otherwise imperceptible movement of tiny bugs crawling on you.
And to top it all off CheesyBread has been just...
fatbrat: twofish: I’m just having the worst night. And being the whiniest bitch about it too. Blah. I wanna get a cat just to name it CheesyBread. I mean really, that’s fucking winning at life. ^this
empty posts, where you just write your sad little emo confessions in hashtags, are fucking stupid.
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“the dreams in which I’m dying…”
I’m not ignoring you. that would imply that I have time to make a choice about the level of attention you get from me.
Remind me to add “trigger warning” “privilege” and “people of color” to my block list. wait, I take that back. err part of it. I actually dig reading the stories that might make the sensitive kids cry.