Sanza The Maid

      It's your beloved Maid reaching out, I haven't posted in a second and I'm probably not going to till tuesday-ish~, not any reason negative, or tons....Not sure a lots happened and I've been sleep deprived this whole week unable to catch a fucking break physically or emotionally. AAll my personal advancements to be an aspiring loser are kinda on pause, I'm in that "Existing makes me wanna vomit, masturbate four times a day to try and ignore the bad thoughts, drinking doesn't even help" kinda beat depression, which I haven't been in for a second I mean..I think I'm dying not in the literal sense, just all my pieces are scattered and aren't fitting back into their proper homes. [Also snowy just out of context "I'm gonna make you smell like my feet" which would almost be hot if she'd WASH BETWEEN HER TOES anyways back to Sanza being a sad fuck {cuz I like a quick fuck}]  BEfore I write like a proper blog posts I just nee...

Think we're approaching entering chapter [1] instead of prologuing indefinitely like some game that can't escape beta testing hell, my brain is fucking..soup [Soup is feminine, stew is masculine..is this how the french named everrything "I'd frot the table but I wanna cunnilingus  the chair"] considering i have about 500$ worth of substances in me [good fucking time, but you're not here for my joyous revelry are you, despite being patroned by Dionysus {Sub-sub piece here, Dionysus predates the greeks and is actually what could be considered pop-culture wise "An Old God" cuz humans love getting wasted, laid and having  a good time} and Hestia {once knew a bitch with the same name that killed herself like a fucking anime villian to make her EX boyfriend depressed, it worked poor kid} you're here to drink my misery and tears~] so my writing is worse than later and honestly by the time this is posted I'll probably been working on it for atleast t...