REMINDER: this account is 90% dumping grounds for my invasive/toxic thoughts. It helps to get them out of my brain to keep me from drowning. Don't worry about me. This is a coping mechanism so it doesn't get as bad as the tweets make it look. I'm struggling, but I'm okay.
If you are a fan of iced matcha lattes, swap your regular milk for coconut milk and half the sugar/sweetener. You're welcome. (Not recommended for those who do not like, or are allergic to coconut)
I choose to believe that Tyler is creating this thunderstorm so I don't have to listen to fireworks and remember the way my heart shattered when I was told what happened. The pain of trying to keep others happy when every heartbeat was like a knife to the gut. Thanks, Ty.
Canada Day. First holiday of the summer. Go fucking wild. Have fun. Party. Set off fireworks. Sing horribly to Spirit of the West, Great Big Sea, and the Tragically Hip. Just... fucking. Don't drink and drive. Fuck.
Here's the thing: I'm just gonna get worse over the next week. Considering its 20 years this year, the spiral is gonna be worse than usual. So just...ignore me while I scream into the void, ok?
Gotta accept that I'll never be anyone's priority. The person you think of when you wake up or just before you fall asleep; the one that's constantly sneaking into your thoughts—that will never be me. At best, I'm an after-thought of boredom.