CHECKMARKS

i'm still not entirely sure of where you stand. "don't worry about it. i'ts just a bit of fun," i'm told all the time, but the What if? monster rears its fucking ugly head yet again and practically spits in my face.

i don't want to deal with this. i don't want to think. just let things be, will you, oh frazzled mind of mine?

i'm not sure if i want to deal with any more confusing dreams that leave me extra muddled in the morning. i'd rather dream about Freddy Krueger. like i did last night, right before that dream about multicolored canvas shoes and fizzy pop, but that's another story for another day.