What the fuck is wrong with me
I was reminded of Dara today and of course it got something under my skin. I don't know why just thinking about her still bothers me. Or at least when I'm alone it still does. It's like a homesick kid at summercamp. He's really only homesick when he has down time to remember home. Keep him busy, he forgets all about mommy and daddy for hours on end. I just saw a picture and immediately craved anger music. Of course iTunes is being a cunt, just about every song it randomly picked was either slow/happy/not what I was in the mood for or, worse yet, reminded me of her further. I want some irate and angry shit right now. It doesn't help that I'm more than a little stir-crazy. I've been sick since getting back from Cabo (thanks to my sister), and I took a sick day on Friday. I haven't been out of my house since Thursday afternoon. I'm still sick, but I want to get the hell out of here. AGGGGGGG