Sorry. I'm A Little Drunk.
I am such a baby. Seriously. I really am having a hard time functioning. (I am drunk, but thats really not the reason. I got drunk like an hour ago). Steven left for portland two days ago and I am so fucked up by it. I can't sleep, I don't want to eat, I didn't want to get drunk, I just want to sleep all day so I don't have to deal with shit while he's gone.
How fucking fucked up is that? Like, what the hell? When did I turn into a simpering idiot? Why can't I function without my man?
Jesus Christ.
Also, my very favorite diner/bar burnt down.
And my new teacher hates my comic and now I want to quit and never make comics again because I pretty much suck ass at it anyway. I might as well get ready for my life working at Ross and wanting to kill myself. (see? I AM drunk)
Fuck. This is shit.
How fucking fucked up is that? Like, what the hell? When did I turn into a simpering idiot? Why can't I function without my man?
Jesus Christ.
Also, my very favorite diner/bar burnt down.
And my new teacher hates my comic and now I want to quit and never make comics again because I pretty much suck ass at it anyway. I might as well get ready for my life working at Ross and wanting to kill myself. (see? I AM drunk)
Fuck. This is shit.