Angst.
Angst.
Angst angst angst.
There's no other word to explain it.
Thank God Shannon puts up with it, because seriously.
It's the only word that describes how incredibly awful I feel.

I'm so definitely not okay. I want a hug. And Goldfish crackers. And Monica and Sarah. Fuck, I want my Monica and Sarah. They'll give me hugs and Goldfish. Yeahh ( Read more... )