The Little Things Get To Me
You know when you're having a good day and then the slightest of things happens, and you get fucking pissed off, yea, i just oh so love it when that happens...I mean, can't he fucking realize that she doesn't want him, obviously not, i mean he talks about getting alcohol poisoning and ending up dead. What the fuck, I mean he got a part and all he wants to do is bitch about it in his away message, grow up, you're still in the damn play. So then, he writes about if he dies how he wants his ashes to be put in an aquarium and in the seas, what the fuck is that shit, can we say therapy?? Then he has the fucking nerve to be like and i quote, "and then my bank account goes to buy bobbi a wrangler"..honestly, he needs to get it through his thick fucking head, that she doesn't want him....or maybe.....no she doesn't, unless, the dance, that one slight instance of him holding her, just maybe.....no it can't be, she doesn't want him.