I believed I was past that stage, but the past week sure proved me wrong. I was just thinking about it and how horrible things appear to be at the moment. And then I came across that picture describing the worst kind of crying. Right now I feel it rising up my lungs. I need to scream. Need to sob. I need that one final blow that will result in me snapping and finally being able to cry it out. I just feel as though I have so much pent up in me.



They gave me all my brother's cheese. No, that was not meant to be disturbing.

Perpetual everlasting bullshit aside, I am over the past four days, and today was a lovely day. Great cycling in the morning, and am I ever glad I finally got to see two of my fishes. It felt so amazingly enlightening talking to them about life and whatnot that have been bothering me recently




Hiiiiiiiii daya












Because andes












I miss a whole lot of people. Inevitable as it is, I detest change.