we don't do it for the scars or stories, just the pain

where's your head at?

bastardizing the bastard, as it were.

slowly unraveling. no quick drop for me, no. i get slow erosion. i spent most of the day alternating between forcing myself to leave the house and frantically doing everything in my power to avoid leaving the house. i've been practicing my shut-in skills the past few weekends, and it's beyond ridiculous at this point. i'm skipping at least half my obligations because i jut do not want to leave. though half of it is that i just don't want to go there.

the obvious solution would be to find something where there was somewhere i wanted to go, but there are no easy ways out here.