love bitten & fuck ridden
i quite like old diners, poetry, lush
cosmetics, coffee, good hair days,
baths, and feeling wanted.
navigate through my psyche below:
a dime; i am everything, all of the time.
i am honestly so tired of the strain i feel around people i don’t know. thats not to say that i don’t want to know them, i really do want to. but its so much work, and i’ve been wasting energy all of my life getting to know people, only to leave before the next year rolls around. my living arrangements are always changing, and therefore my friendships have roughly the shelf life of a tube of mascara.
while i’m discussing relationships, or lack thereof, i just want to throw this out there for anyone who may be reading this: i do not hate you. i’ve had a few people tell me that they’ve informed so-and-so that i hate them, which is utterly ridiculous. i literally do not have the attention-span, nor the memory, to hold a grudge. i honestly do not care what you do. of course, if you do something that affects me negatively, i will dislike this action. but one action does not define a person, and i have no room to judge anyone regardless.
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that is it.
that's my life;
nothing is sacred.
i don't keep friends,
i keep acquainted.