When it’s 1 in the morning and you walk up to the gas station counter with a can of spaghettios, a single serving packet of Advil PM and a bottle of Barefoot brand Cabernet Sauvignon for $4.99, you’re not fooling anybody. You’re a sad sack, dude. So yeah, that was me 15 minutes ago. I [...]
Tags:depression·missoula
Weirdest thing. My throat chakra is all sorts of fucked up and I’m having a hard time communicating. Been downstairs in the lab brewing up some new life plans. I think about what a weirdo I am all the time and try often to come up with stunts to seem cool and casual and less [...]
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