[am i really so dependent?]
yes.
well...
fuck.
in the wake of the night before brian's epic return to the west coast of this retarded country we live in, i have come to realize that i am an idiot.
i am extremely dependent on brian. and i hate it.
it's not that i don't love him any less. it's this stupid thing i have with dignity. i've always prided myself as a fairly independent and wickedly bitchtastic character. and now, at 0300 EST (0000 PCT), i find myself extremely depressed at the world. the extent of my mobility is limited to my extremities, as my back does not wish to remove itself from the bed in its depression-lethargic mannerisms (even if it would be advantageous since there's still a bunch of crap next to me).
all because i barely talked to brian.
this is the part where i go, "A;LSDKFJA;LSDFJA;LSFJAHHHHHHFUUUUUCKNOOOOTHISCANNOTBEHAPPENINGTHISCANNOTBEHAPPENINGMYLIFESUCKSIHATETHEWORLDI'MSUCHARETARDWHYYYYYWHYMEEEEEEE"
or something of that nature.
and the saddest part is that i keep finding so many plausible reasons (and some implausible) as to why he hasn't talked to me or called me. because there is no way in hell that his shower is taking this long. haha.
let me rephrase that
damn independence.
or is it damn dependence this time?
i'll never really know
fuck my retardation.
well...
fuck.
in the wake of the night before brian's epic return to the west coast of this retarded country we live in, i have come to realize that i am an idiot.
i am extremely dependent on brian. and i hate it.
it's not that i don't love him any less. it's this stupid thing i have with dignity. i've always prided myself as a fairly independent and wickedly bitchtastic character. and now, at 0300 EST (0000 PCT), i find myself extremely depressed at the world. the extent of my mobility is limited to my extremities, as my back does not wish to remove itself from the bed in its depression-lethargic mannerisms (even if it would be advantageous since there's still a bunch of crap next to me).
all because i barely talked to brian.
this is the part where i go, "A;LSDKFJA;LSDFJA;LSFJAHHHHHHFUUUUUCKNOOOOTHISCANNOTBEHAPPENINGTHISCANNOTBEHAPPENINGMYLIFESUCKSIHATETHEWORLDI'MSUCHARETARDWHYYYYYWHYMEEEEEEE"
or something of that nature.
and the saddest part is that i keep finding so many plausible reasons (and some implausible) as to why he hasn't talked to me or called me. because there is no way in hell that his shower is taking this long. haha.
- his phone ran out of battery
- he's chilling with his brother/cousin(s)
- he things i'm an annoying clingy biiitch -shot-
let me rephrase that
- i think i'm an annoying clingy bitch
damn independence.
or is it damn dependence this time?
i'll never really know
fuck my retardation.