I need to invest myself completely in what makes me happy but still be there for you. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooook
I’m tired of being this person. Feelings are kinda like chickens and we’re their feed. It sounds gay but it’s true. They swallow you whole grind you up with their gizzards and digest you. Then you turn worse then a chicken. You’re chicken’s shit. The only flaw in this simile though is our ability to stop being just a piece of chicken shit. I’m getting better.
SOMEBODY LUST AFTER ME SO I CAN HAVE A HAPPY FUCK