The Bloody Doors Off

What the fuck am I even doing here?

Graphic designer, playwright, occasional asshole

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For a hot minute, I contemplated a post with random, funny (to me) thoughts that passed through my brain.

“Pudding is not cookies.”

You had to be there.

In my head.

Definitely not funny.

I’m trying to distract myself.

From thinking.

Because then it overwhelms.

And I start to spin.

I’m so tired of spinning.