Last post got me for not having a location.
3rd night in a row i'm back here. something comforting about talking filth with weirdo strangers. it's an outlet and i appreciate all the messages from everyone.
buuuuuut it's saturday night and i'm home alone and this is not good for me. i should be out. i should be motherfuckin queen of the night. all this time spent alone is making me think and when i think i get sad. you know when you like overthink stuff to the point that you start to believe every negative thing you come up with? not the best description granted but you kind of start to think the worst of yourself, and what others think of you, and you get yourself so worked up because there's nobody there to argue the point, to remind you that your friends don't hate you, and that you are in fact worth something.
so that's been my life for the last month and a half. maybe dirty chat isn't where i ought to be but really it's all i have so whatever. Spewing my misery onto a blank canvas has been therapeutic though. i'm not crazy enough to start talking audibly to myself but i'm probably not too far off either. perhaps i should talk to an audio recorder so i have an excuse. or take up painting or some sort of outlet. I dunno.
wangs and boobs and butts. that's the dirty quota done.
i don't know what else to put here. even my insane rambling doesn't seem to be good enough anymore
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