Today was another good day! My hairdresser wants me to be a hair model ahahafaha. As if my hair isn't destroyed enough. I moved my bed, and I think it promotes more good thinkin'. Oh, and I still believe that I believe in fate:
I think the worst feeling would be because of knowing something. Something like, it's better not to do anything, than to do something and have you dislike it.
Fuck the transition between terribly upset and angry.
EVERYTHING IS GOOOOOOOOOOOOD. Thankyou, autism, for rendering me of my ability to think like a normal person.