Once again me and two members of the Kick John Mayer in the Nuts Club engage in an adventure. Snarf's primero por supuesto.
I felt pretty sad about the whole relapse thing but everyone has been oddly supportive of me. I get so scared about burning everyone's goodwill and love regarding this. I mean, a 26 year old that still struggles with self harm. How embarrassing.
I don't recognize anyone, so far.
Somewhat homosexual crowd. Only somewhat.
It's weird how much I self-depricate on the regular, but in a diverse crowd like this, not a single negative thought comes to my mind.
If everyone saw me the way I saw me, I would have no doubt they would rip my flesh, fat, and bones like a plate of bone-in wings.
If I treated me the way others saw me, uh, what would I do?
That guy with a front button up bowling style shirt
Fishnets? Someday. Lose weight first you disgusting faggot
No familiar faces, Maybe I am invisible. At the very least, I hope they remember my Bull.
The opener was great. That is not held on (illegible)
Cunt will be in my rotation. I love adding music, flavors, threads; to my own personal tapestry.
This would be a nice spot to commit suicide. The problem is, it would hurt innocents. I deserve the (illegible but I am believe it says worst)
As we left, a drunk lady asked where we were going.
I said, "up."