Today.
Was shit. I got shit done. My friends spent every second of the day bitching at me and/or insulting me. I'm not a fucking mother hen. I don't want fucking kids. I'm not needy. I'm not high maitenance either. Fucking bitch. I just wasn't in the mood to deal with people today. Somebody asks me what time it is so I pull my phone out to see and OH DEAR LORD I must be OBSESSED with my phone because I look at it to tell time. CLEARLY. Fuck you.
Then Conor wants me to go and supply him with booze. Our conversation?
Him: Hey.. so you think you can get me some booze?
Me: No.
Him: Why not? I'll let you have some too.
Me: I'm not doing that. I said no. I don't drink and I won't supply either.
Him: Wtf? I ju-
Me: The answer is no. Drop it or get out of my car.
For the record. In case you didn't know. I don't fucking drink. So don't you dare fucking come up to me with your god damn requests. I don't want to hear 'em.
I knew today was going to be bad. As soon as I opened my eyes. I look over and there's a spider on my alarm clock. Yes. I killed it. It was big and looked like it would bite the fucking hell out of me if I tried to pick it up. It took 5 minutes to kill. It just wouldn't fucking die. Then my car wouldn't start.. just. Gr.
I have to go to the doctor. I need sleeping pills or something. I'm getting insomnia again. I think I'm asleep but I'm not and I just stare and hallucinate. And when I do sleep I wake up a million times and I stop breathing a lot because it's so irregular I forget to. And I have all these BS nightmares.
Today has been a bad day. This afternoon + evening however. Are mine. And I will make them special. I won't let my anger and sadness claim me a moment longer.
And. I love you.
Then Conor wants me to go and supply him with booze. Our conversation?
Him: Hey.. so you think you can get me some booze?
Me: No.
Him: Why not? I'll let you have some too.
Me: I'm not doing that. I said no. I don't drink and I won't supply either.
Him: Wtf? I ju-
Me: The answer is no. Drop it or get out of my car.
For the record. In case you didn't know. I don't fucking drink. So don't you dare fucking come up to me with your god damn requests. I don't want to hear 'em.
I knew today was going to be bad. As soon as I opened my eyes. I look over and there's a spider on my alarm clock. Yes. I killed it. It was big and looked like it would bite the fucking hell out of me if I tried to pick it up. It took 5 minutes to kill. It just wouldn't fucking die. Then my car wouldn't start.. just. Gr.
I have to go to the doctor. I need sleeping pills or something. I'm getting insomnia again. I think I'm asleep but I'm not and I just stare and hallucinate. And when I do sleep I wake up a million times and I stop breathing a lot because it's so irregular I forget to. And I have all these BS nightmares.
Today has been a bad day. This afternoon + evening however. Are mine. And I will make them special. I won't let my anger and sadness claim me a moment longer.
And. I love you.