Dungeons and dragons for the:
Shits
Goth girls
Ritalin

I didn’t get a 1 month token, they’d ran out. Which is fine i guess? I joked i’d just take a handful of 1 weeks but i’m still kind of left feeling like a won the race but no medal.

Luckily my sobriety isn’t cross referenced with my token collection. If it was, telling a family member they’d ran out wouldn’t be enough to prompt innocence in the face of relapse.

My blood clean, veins thick and head calm I wander on in search of the man I always knew I was.

I’m weaning myself off of sugar, its meh

Somethings off.

I finished a big book. A book that took me 2 whole months to complete. It’s not 2 months of words, just a lifetime of emotion crammed into 300 pages. Each chapter left me broken. I’d place the thing down and run my hands over my face just waiting for the tears. That shit put my soul out of office. Its title will remain on my shelf but fuck me that hurt.

I spent £20.50 on water colours and thick paper today. Acrylics make a mess and I am tidy these days.

Me and M##### are friends. Today, I called her Spud.

Just put that shit in a cupboard, you’ll never see it again