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Hold still!

Monday, May 17
If there were someone who could drill a hole in my head that daintily while wearing such ruffly clothing, I'd let them do it. I find myself not at all looking forward to things I looked forward to a few days ago. I biked what seemed like a shitload today but it didn't make me feel better like I thought it would. I don't know what to do with myself, I don't think anyone else does, either.

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