Hard-boiled

It feels good to have my name back

But it’s not the same. It sucks to be down to a couple of followers, after 150 that I actually communicated with. Whatever. Its tumblr, I’m not gonna give a fuck.

I wanted to tell you about my dream, and you didn’t care.

I looked at my private blog earlier today, to remind me of my relationship and how great it is and how great I feel.

It was awful. Dreariness. Made me feel worse about something I already wasn’t happy with.

Chipping, chipping, chipping.