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.