Better saved for the Journal #2

Have you ever kicked it with yourself?

I mean, like, ACTUALLY kicked it with just yourself?

Like, spent a day having funny back-and-forths with yourself, set the table up for two because you know yourself likes to eat a lot, told yourself how beautiful you look tonight, and then retreated to the bedroom and made sweet, sweet love to yourself as the tears stream from your eyes the moment you realize you’re a psychotic fucking mass of abandoned filth?

Good. Don’t ever do that shit.