una dia de sangres

[angelodeath_sry]

Life is slowly turning into a possessed little girl with the ability to spit vomit on my face from 20 feet away. Other then the incredible aim, I have to wonder where that darn guardian angel of mine fluttered off too. I guess he's gotten tired of dealing with my redundant, ridiculous problems. But who can blame him? I would rather deal with a scary, scratched up, oddly cute, raging girl than my worthlessness any day.

Today was a disgusting day. Hopefully tomorrow will be less covered in vomit.