today, class, we're going to go over the failures of the last 24 hours, they are as follows: Jasper, Crack, Smokey, George, Gabe, seeing Mike sitting in his car, getting dara to go to the movies, actually going to the movies (its a preemptive failure), going to the strip district, buying shoes, getting a new phone, meeting moms, V at 6am, Chuck Norris dodging bullets, me locking myself in steeles bathroom for 45 minutes, positive thinking, i've given up on pot and vikes, so i drink THAT MUCH MORE to make up for it, my health, my teeth, my patience, my emotions. No matter how many times i hear 'hate me' i seriously gulp and hold back everything that i just want to scream and break and fucking RUIN, because that's just who i am. and when you ask why i'm so fucking unhappy all the time, there's your fucking answer. There's one person that can fix that part of me, and she doesn't care. I've officially cancelled Monday, IT'S NOW TUESDAY FAGGOTS.