Had a dream today that I was at my grandma's house sitting on her porch with her when there was a giant baby winnie the pooh stuffed animal/balloon bumbling about in the sky. I pointed to it and it landed on the house and my grandma goes excitedly"ohhh a baby on the way!!" Then we got in the car with my grandpa and he was driving in some field and I told him we shouldn't be driving here it's dangerous and he goes, "I know that! I don't care if there are f*ckin werewolves here though! This is the way we're drivin!"

I've had depression for 20 years...

After 25 years you'd think I'd have gotten the hang of being Alive by now

Two Lines.

Heart Boxing

I don't feel mentally stable.