Munster sex. I’m mature.
The tactless virus that plagues the soul of weak individuals will never cease to astound me.
Dog shit wrapped in cookie dough.
It blows my fucking mind.
Does anybody have any self-worth anymore?
It has been so long since I experienced what pure joy feels like.
This is far from a gripe or a whine; it is simply a drive to better myself and to change.
Change.
This change in season will bring it forth.
Everybody is happy. Everybody is content. Everybody is out doing things.
“Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower, we will grieve not; but rather find strength in what remains behind.”
My home will expand. Please be patient with me as I grow.
