walking gingerly across the bruised earth

me: sometimes i'm surprised you and i are friends because it seems like you would see me as a heathen and a sinner

Will: haha.
you're my favorite sinful heathen friend.


fighting a minor depression, feeling adrift and apart and not sure how to occupy a space. i went to a party and wanted to leave as soon as i got there, so i drank too much and acted stupid. i don't feel like working on any of my projects and i don't want to pack.

oh i'm tired of talking about myself.
i'll be fine in a couple days.