so. halloween happened. i guess.
this weekend was both unspeakably lame and also neutral. i had plans and ideas in my head, but it was super hard to execute. everything is piling up on me so hardcore. i need a few extra weeks to prepare my fucking life…
and there is no time. it’s november now, what kind of crap is that?
i’m so ill prepared.
there will be no dia de los muertos party this year. i’m unspeakably sad about that, it doesn’t even seem real.
yet, so many people aren’t even around anymore. friends moving away, friends losing touch, friends too busy. it’s depressing to think of.
and i’m tired, so fucking tired all the fucking time. tired in my bones and tired of my life.