Fuck life.
Great... just great. My brother doesn't know when to quit pissing me off. Well, I threw a pencil at him and it hit him smack dab in the eye, now I can't go to Santee. I have to get 5 job applications today. I fucking hate my life right now. This is the worst weekend ever. My best friend is gone when I need her. But I can't get mad at her for that. But I can hate the rest of the world. Which I do at the moment.