I'm a Fire Sign! Watch me Float Away
After two nights of absolutely no sleep followed by amounts of caffeine my body should not be able to tolerate I've hit what feels like euphoria. Or possibly this is what people feel like on uppers...either way I'm on a high, not in my right mind and it feels like the best possible time to write something on the internet! So here goes! You know the question I hate the most? Like absolutely effing hate so much I will just not respond to you and possibly sever all ties? "How are you doing?" Ugh. F me. I HATE it! There's something wrong with my brain that, while I'm an incredible liar, I can't just say "I'm fine!" Or "I'm functioning!" The whole "I'm functioning" part isn't false, but I'm just functioning in a way, that....hmmm....how do I say it? Like, yes, you DO see me standing here but that is because I'm actually an empty cornhusk of a person. Just, empty. A dried cornhusk with absolutely no corn. Yo
