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You planted thorns in my chest with hands I once trusted, and now every breath feels like an apology I shouldn’t owe.
-Larson Langston
2025
*reminder- fix up mobile site*
The Disturbing Adventure Through My Fucked-Up Brain
tDAtMF-UB last updated: February 25, 2025
February 24, 2025
Not sure why, but once in a while I wonder if you’ll talk to me that day. I know you’ll never talk to me again, but I still wonder.
So fucking tired. And dizzy.
Wish you would talk to me.
I hope you had a good day. Good night.
*I don't believe you will ever read this, but Bryan suggested I write letters and my psych wanted me to write in a journal. So that's what I'm doing. I'm writing this for myself, but I have a hard time journaling to myself so I'm going to write them to you. Putting the link on Discord offers the extremely unlikely chance that you might read it. This makes it easier to journal.*
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