uncool_hipster

I'm just sitting here waiting for my laundry to dry and downloading porn. One of these things is better than the other.

The words wormed their way into my head. Why? What am I doing to myself. This is silly. My chest is tight with anxiety and I know why but I can't grasp it well enough to express it. I think I'm holding on too tight. My imagination gets away from me sometimes... and I only cause myself grief. I wish you could tell me it was ok.