i am connor

and i have an inferiority complex the size of texas when it comes to X

sick and tired

sick and fucking tired of everything being about you. you're who i think of, who i write about, who i want to talk to hang out with take to lunch catch a flick with just be with play a game with walk the streets with see the sights with have a drink with sit in the hottub with take pictures of take pictures with cook with bake with sit with stand with, who i want to hold and comfort and let know it will be ok and you will be loved and do everything with.

fucking sick. fucking tired.

i wished i lived out in the country

so i could shoot my guns whenever i want. handguns, pistols, rifles, even my BB guns i can't shoot all the time here. this sucks.

haven't blogged

for 19 days


19 days


19 days

sometimes

i honest to god hate myself. never for very long, just for little spurts-- usually minutes at a time of utter self-loathing.