who the fuck knows anymore

Im not okay but i will be. But will my friends take me back?

ugh

My three best friends made a chat without me. Thats where my day's at.

amospoheric trap

It's like my life is a spaceship and my attempts to heal and grow are like attempts to reach orbit. The hull heats up, the frame groans and bolts and bits start flying off. Those bolts are my friends. Everytime, I keep abandoning the journey. Maybe I need to make the bolts out of myself instead of friends. There's time for friends once I'm space worthy.