What the Flapjack-Fucking Christ.

Holy popsicling Jesus, guys. I am sorry as Hell for these last posts. Not that it affects you, but like I said before - tripe on the highest level. Like, that's seriously how I was feeling and all, but Good God, what a douche I was. Let's try this again. Hi there! I'm anonymous. Wooo, go me. Eh, I've blogged enough tonight. Let's try this again some other time. As an aside, though - I still find it terrifying and amazing that the emotional trauma from this breakup was so great, that it manifested in physical ailments before the damn thing even happened. Like, we weren't even broken up, and the emotional trauma from the breakup sent me into a frenzy. I'm slightly unhinged, I think. Ah, well. <3

~ø