You want to be friends. You want to talk. But you haven’t spoken to me really for a week. I just want to speak with you.
I don’t even know. What are dis. Whaaaaaaaaaaat?
Mom— what are your plans for the evening?
Me— getting drunk.
You have trust issues? Please sweetheart. I know you’re just texting to make her feel better and all I can think is you would rather have her than me and that frightens me.
I feel absolutely horrible. Fuck this. I might not go to class tomorrow. Uggh
I’m baaaaaack. Woohoo everyone get pumped.
I love you. And that’s what sucks the most. Sorry for whining so much guys. It’s just a really shitty day.
Don’t you get it? I don’t want you to be happy. I want you to be just as miserable as I am.