My Fucking Feelings

What blogs used to be

I get tired of writing about love and relationships. Sometimes I wish I sold cars. But it wouldn’t last. I don’t like myself when I’m selling. It reminds me of the old me. When I was young and desperate and needing things from other people that I couldn’t give to myself. I don’t want to punch myself in the face like that anymore. I miss the days when blogs were just about spattering paint…

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