The Bloody Doors Off

What the fuck am I even doing here?

Graphic designer, playwright, occasional asshole

There’s a fine line between blunt force trauma and a Nicolas Cage movie

I had a post in my head earlier.

And I lost it.

Poof.

Gone.

This is what I’m afraid of.

But on a larger scale.

Couple that with constant dread about my teeth.

Despite moments of bliss.

I’m a wreck inside.

But this shall pass.

Right?