it’s so hard to gaf about anyone romantically. truly what if you get home from work tired and there’s someone inside your house. i feel like id get mad sometimes and it’d not be their fault. anyways im going to start a new book
“save me, substance abuse!” i cry. before you can moralize to me about the dangers of addiction, a noble and powerful steed gallops into the room - my horse whom i have named “substance abuse”. you learn an important lesson about making assumptions. i snort a line off its back
i find the whole “i had unpleasant experiences with leftists before so now im a raging fascist” narrative incredibly funny because we have all had unpleasant experiences with leftists before. it comes free with being a leftist
