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Hi my name is crippling anxiety and I have Milton

But you can call me Mills.

I’m 19, male, gay, and often hold the aroma of cologne and cigarettes, accompanied by the light undertones of depression, masked with vodka.

I’m a small thing, 5’5”, making my way through life in a raft made of lay’s potato chip bags. You know, in case I get hungry.

I don’t really know what else to put here. My interests tend to linger in 40’s culture, paleontology, and airplane physics. Seriously, I don’t know what’s going on upstairs. It’s a fucking madhouse.

Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this. Don’t be shy.