well, if you had communicated AT ALL with me (or your mom), then i *would* be sitting next to your mom and not between two strangers. dont play stupid. you know i wanted to come bc i told you 7 times. but no. you make everything 500 times more difficult than it has to be, and i suffer because of it. every time. just like last night. and the weekend before that. god, i need to get better at doing my own thing. i did stand up to you last night, though, bc i wanted to nap and i dont live on your schedule. i mean, i do, but i dont want to. i know its more of a me problem than anything else, but, God, am i irritated. all the time. literally all the time.
“what’s wrong?” UM I CANT TELL YOU BC YOURE JUST BEING YOU AND I LOVE YOU AND ITS ALL OKAY. BUT YOURE MADDENING SOMETIMES.
maybe space will be good. otherwise, im going to fucking snap.
and currently, this is miserable. im so tired and i have so much work to do its unreal. i hate this kind of music. my thong is too tight. Galen was just talking about how bad sticky ball is and i was like woah yeah that would suck but it also sucks to have your pussy stuck to your leg kinda and thats whats happening a little bit and all around im so uncomfortable. did i mention im tired?
yes, its all about me. get used to it.