Nonsense

i need a date to three big events in the next month.

do i really need a date?

yes and no.

i was chatting with someone who knew my relationship status and for whatever reason it pissed me off that they knew anything about me because after the last time i lost my mind it was evident life would be better if i somehow didn’t appear to exist.

so i lied and that asshole told people what i said so i need a fucking date to the next three events.

should that be an issue?

um, yeah.

i don’t trust anyone cause i don’t trust myself. it’s a beautiful loop really.

not.

i was so wrong that i’m a 100% sure i’m stupid. genuinely stupid about people.

so i pull every ounce of energy from my being and talk to twenty people a day and by friday kind of want to kill myself.

in fact, i’m legit trying to figure out a way to fake my death to avoid the next several months of non-stop social gatherings.

catalina here i come.

next stop, fancy fancy fuckin fancy town.