Saturday, March 2

Happiness, it hurt like a train on a track

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run













My fat blob.
Can't believe everything's over now.
3 years in poly, gone. Just like that.

I feel so lost though. I really have no idea where to go from here.
Ahhhhhhhhhh ballz. 

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