its christmas eve and ive only wrapped 2 fuckin presents
and i hate hate hate your guts i hate hate hate your guts and now ill never talk to you again.
so. im working and its tres boring. im listening to boys like girls and daydreaming of being home.
Had a horrible fucking dream about Tate and Charles last night. I didnt realize I was still affected by that but that just shows what I know.
Stupid. I'm stupid. Dreams that made me wake up sweaty and out of breath are stupid.
I want home with the comfort of sugar cookies and presents.