People bring out the worst in me.
It's early. But I'm still tired. It's not even eight o'clock yet and I'm contemplating sleep. I'm exhausted, drained, and above all pissed. It's been a fucked up day. And it isn't even over yet. People bring out the worst in me, I've decided. I've just censored myself from a long rant about my inabilities to cohabitate. But I'll save you the time, me the worry, and my fingers the strain.
A child at camp bit his own skin today. I've been told anyone that is able to bite through their own skin is crazy. A lot of people I've met this week have seemed real fucking nuts to me. This kid struck me as one of the normal ones . . . before the self-chewing episode, anyway. I guess I have a poor judge of character.
I miss my love.
I miss my biffer.
I miss my fianceroomie.
A child at camp bit his own skin today. I've been told anyone that is able to bite through their own skin is crazy. A lot of people I've met this week have seemed real fucking nuts to me. This kid struck me as one of the normal ones . . . before the self-chewing episode, anyway. I guess I have a poor judge of character.
I miss my love.
I miss my biffer.
I miss my fianceroomie.