There was supposed to be a post here, I suppose. But was it ever there? The universe decided to delete its entire contents as I searched for the perfect picture to adorn it.
It was going to be a post about a dream I had the other night, in which I shared an intimate kiss with my best friend. All the emotions and details were fresh when I had written it down. It was the most exquisite dream, full of images which I will treasure.
Gone.
So, lesson for the day? Yeah, sure. Give up. It was just a dream, after all.
Just for that, no picture today, just petty, pouty text, of which I am not proud.
I'm not proud of much these days, if I'm honest.
I'm a collection of poor personality traits, physical defects and a walking encyclopedia of misdeeds.
And I'm on Tinder.
Why in the fuck would I even bother?
My contagion needs eradication, not advertisement.
I am a jar of scabs.
FML.
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I've changed my comments settings to allow for anyone to comment. All comments are welcome, even spineless potshots from anonymous posters. Please, by all means, give me the tongue lashing I so richly deserve. I promise not to hunt you down and melt your keyboard with my plasma cannon. I won't, however, promise not to pout and make that face you can't stand.