"idk nm i had an anxiety attack in the toilet today. excused myself off the coffee table where my crush was sitting, too. i feel horrible, tho. the usual."

Early on a thursday night i show a screwdriver to a pencil sharpener and today when a carving tool slips to my fingers, twice, i say "I've had it worse" and "Plasters are for wussies"

It's not about valentine's day.

I don't even know why i bother at making friends, or talking, or breathing.