Another shitty mood. Woot, woot.
I'm about to just say fuck it. What am I even waiting for? Do I think I don't deserve better? I don't know what I'm so afraid of. Maybe I just can't stand the alternative. Uggh, this whole thing is just driving me insane. And it's not like something just happened to piss me off, and now I have this huge decision to make. Things just sort of seem to culminate, and then it sits in my head until I eventually think it to death and make a post like this one. Like Laura once said..."Shit rolls down hill!" Bet your ass.
By the by, if I've talked to you lately, this isn't about you. Or maybe it is, and I'm just too pussy to talk to you about it. Either/or, don't worry about it.
Fuck.
By the by, if I've talked to you lately, this isn't about you. Or maybe it is, and I'm just too pussy to talk to you about it. Either/or, don't worry about it.
Fuck.