Who needs vowels?

I get really fucking sad a lot of the time. But then I go and I tumblr and I listen to music and I don’t go and do something that I’m going to regret and I feel a tiny bit better. It’s not enough sometimes, but when it is I feel like I could maybe go and have a conversation with a person in reality and not lie through my fucking teeth every sentence and get past my issues and not cry and throw up after I come home and let it all hit me. My miserable fucking up and my jackass personality and all my huge flaws that wan’t to draw me into some pile of sobbing self-hating nervousness sometimes go away and when that happens I feel okay.