I don’t really want to talk about it. More accurately, I would probably be fine talking about it, but sitting down and writing about it sucks. I feel like my guts got kicked out, and instead of stuffing them back inside me and trying to hold it together until it…
How Peroxide got his heart smashed up part 2
part one: let’s talk about ex It figures that as soon as I lock myself in to a post I get all sorts of ideas for things I want to write, and have little drive to finish this. Coincidently, one of my roommates is in the process of breaking up…