Perfect People

My thoughts...my thoughts are vast. I have a lot of them just knocking about my head. And after the fourth rant of why Oreos are badass to my therapist, I realized I needed to let them out. So this is that. An open diary. If you're not in the mood for the rambling of a very...self-entitled, little bit deluded, or a literal dumpster fire of a person...you should probs leave. But I'm- I like talking. So this is me just talking. I feel like it'll be a journey. One to look back on. Or pretend never happened. But the main character is me. So here we go.