I’m stressed out about house things and moving things and I want to sleep for 12 hours but I have to get up early and paint and I’m so sick of this already and I’m whining and part of me is like what’s the point, right, of doing any of this? I’m not going to get to enjoy it for one reason or another.
No one cares.
I found out I am really no one.
I think I’ll do tequila shots.
For Lent I’m just giving up in general
The Detroit fire department responded early Friday to the fire on the city’s east side that destroyed a building known as the ‘Doll House.’
Into the Ocean - Blue October