Drunken Ramblings

Soooooo...apparently I was sexually abused by my father. At least that's what my mother recalls, and what I believe that I recall.

I'm a mess.

I love Carl.

Fuck.

I wear black on the outside cos black is what I feel on the inside.

I hope the Moz comes to me in my dreams.

I could really use talking to someone right now.

I'm feeling crazy and desperate. Augh. I am alone. With no one to talk to. Only my beverage to keep me company.

I love him so much. I even told my mom EVERYTHING about him. I want to present him to the world as the one I love.

Fuck.