Mar 16, 2012 00:40
No, no, this isn't about me, guys.
This is about them. One, two, three.
I get so scared and times like this, it'll never be about me ever again, it's only about one, two three.
I can take care of myself and live off $100 and find work - what the hell - I can find something, I can take care of myself.
But … I know for a fact that it'll be harder for him and I'm so goddamn worried.
And I want to cry, cry, cry.
But … one, two, and especially three and five, I'll take care of all of them. At the end of the day, four doesn't matter - one, two, three, five do.
This is vague but this is my life and behind that little façade outside, I've got a whirlwind of problems and it's just that I don't ever, ever, ever want to bother anyone with them.
I have an essay to write now and there's no chance I'll be able to film anything for Social Studies.
It's been a long, damn day.
life's a bitch,
arghh,
me,
oh for fuck's sake,
life