me and dave might have ptsd from this. ohmyfuck.
once i was at a party and they asked me what my dad did for a living and said that he died when i was 12 and of course i hear the collective “aaawww im so sorry”
and then i hear some girl whisper from the back “you’re halfway to becoming batman”
AND THAT IS HOW I MET ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS MORAL OF THE STORY IS IF YOU USE BLACK HUMOUR I WILL LOVE YOU
dave told me there was no game of thrones on tonight, it was the straw that broke the camels back. i cried for a solid 30 mins.
2 stress inducing phonecalls
4 anxiety attacks
and countless just plain unhappy moments.
at least it can only go up from here.
Playing super Nintendo, game cube, and other shit, listening to prozzak and len and a bunch of 90s and early 20s music. Drinking beer and shooting nerf guns with 3 high school/elementary friends. I love these nights.
i honestly just give up on everyone, i hate human beings.