This post was written a vey long time ago.
I’m UTI and it doesn’t matter what I say or feel.
Perfectionism. Fucking perfectionism.
Everything has to have a meaning.
Do you understand what I’m trying to say, sir?
Does this make sense to you?
Dear future self, this is to you.
Do you remember this day? this phase?
Do you remember this binge?
You’re so out of it you don’t even remember where you were or what you’ve done.
This is neither phase 2 or 3. This is your current life,
No one can understand this crap but you.
Adios mi amigo.