sick
i've felt like hell the whole day. i'm too nervous to eat. more like the anxious feeling you would get on the way home to see if your house is still left after a hurricane. you pray to god that everything you've ever had is still there, intact. or it could be completely destroyed, leveled, flattened, or it could have been swept away completely like it never existed. i love my optimism. not. i'm full of metaphors, i could go on for days.
got new brakes. put together a dresser. tried to eat some chinese. our neighbor's dad died, they're flying to iowa tomorrow morning.
what a weekend. thes rest of the holidays better not be like this. i'll end up weighing 65 pounds.
i don't care anymore
got new brakes. put together a dresser. tried to eat some chinese. our neighbor's dad died, they're flying to iowa tomorrow morning.
what a weekend. thes rest of the holidays better not be like this. i'll end up weighing 65 pounds.
i don't care anymore