Sorry. I'm sorry. (My heart sank with the moon on that horrible walk all alone by the drive-in.)
This is probably the most stressed out I've ever been in my life.
I just want to sleep and wake up and have it be next week, when all of this shit is over with.
I don't want to talk to anyone, because I'll probably be an asshole.
I'm sorry, everyone.
I need to slow the fuck down.
I just want to sleep and wake up and have it be next week, when all of this shit is over with.
I don't want to talk to anyone, because I'll probably be an asshole.
I'm sorry, everyone.
I need to slow the fuck down.