That's it, I just suck. You don't need to fear for your precious plasma.
I love vampires that say "plasma". Maybe it's the just the Transylvanian way of saying "plasma".
This is me fucking unable to write anything about anything. I am not a very "what I did today" type of person. I was there, and I don't feel like reliving or repeating it.
"The hardest thing about opening up to someone is putting so much power in their hands."
These are just idle thoughts. A random sample in a soup of chaos and interconnected yet dissociative thinking.
I want so much that I have no idea how to go about getting it. I'm tempted to start telling people off again when I think they are in need of debugging and reprogramming.
This job would be great if it weren't for the fucking customers.
"Of all the things I value most of all, I look inside myself and see my world and know that it is good."