ghosts
Bat Country.

Sometimes I feel like I should write a ‘Dealing With Lauren’ guidebook, to give to people who know me, so that they actually know what the fuck is going on in my head. But then I remember that even I have no fucking idea what’s going on in my head, and it all seems pointless. Why must I be so ridiculously twisted?

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