Attempting to recall any wisdom from the conversations that never happened.
The difference between an empath and a drama queen is existential dread, in this case.
This post contains some heavy metaphor, but still — content warning for sexual and emotional abuse.
So give them blood! Blood! Gallons of the stuff! / Give them just enough to drink and there will never be enough! / So give them blood! Blood! Blood! / Grab a glass because there’s going to be a flood! – My Chemical Romance, 2006
A long story about a brief excursion into innocent sexual deviance.
“A long December and there’s reason to believe/maybe this year will be marginally less sucky than the last…”
Not all has been seizures and slow marches toward impending doom.
It was one hell of a sandwich.
Another minor upgrade.
“Let’s go to the beach, beach / let’s go get away.”