Fucking rectum butcher.
Argh it's stupidly early and I'm awake...got places to go though innit.
I'm not in the best of moods at the moment, not only am I tired and don't trust myself to wake up again if I go back to sleep, but I've found out a certain cunt of an ex is STILL chatting his schoolyard bullshit about me. First he tries and get back with me, was happy when it stopped to be honest, cos he's a prick, but now he's chatting absolute shite and it's been going on for a while. See, normally this wouldn't jar me, not in the slightest, but thing is, it was over HOW long ago? About 6 months? I dunno man, but why does he feel the need to chat so much shit? All this because I rejected him, fucking rectum butcher he is. This has been going on for wayyyy too long. And now I'm getting all stressed because a close friend is being too forward, don't have any feelings for him whatsoever..yes, it's MY journal and I can complain if I want to, but I'll shutup, because I'm annoying myself now..thats bad.
Got reasons to smile I suppose, found things out yesterday thats bought me closer to a friend than I've been in a while, why am I getting deep?
This is what being sober does to me. Gwan.