you are gay...but not really.
im so sick of it.
of you.,of moving. of this hurricane hype....of not being able to go to sleep when i want
of sharing a room...of taking a shower in a space smaller than my medicine cabinet...of having water pressure thats low as hell.,,,,of everything being cramped...of everything being confusing
of people. of drama. of everything.
of IT period.
DIEEEE.
in the mean time, this weekend im gonna try to have the best weekend of the summer...
but i probably wont be able to remember it anyways.