I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things.
That pretty little blonde girl will be the death of me.
Hanging out with my two favorite guitarists and one of my favorite singers.
Of all time.
Fan boying real hard.
i just wanna hang out with you.
and take a bottle of whiskey for a walk.
and dance in my kitchen.
Me too kid.
Where did all my confidence go? Saturday self loathing session.