So I've made my bed, and I have to lie in it. But for how fucking long? Seriously. I'm beating MYSELF up about the whole thing enough, do I really need this agonizing silence to make it even more glaringly obvious that I'm a total fuck-up?
I've been trying not to think about it, but fuck! I miss my fucking friend and I'd kill a thousand christians and make a christian pie just to get back in his good graces. Or to just be, ya know, acknowledged.
Goddamnit.
Today involved putting the finishing touches on my photoshop project and cleaning the bejesus out of the kitchen again. Then watching hours of Family Guy with Doom and John, then uh... straightening my hair. For a very long time. My life is just full of fucking wonderment.
And I'm breaking out horribly. It's effing sexual.
I need out of here. Gotta find something to do tomorrow.
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