So, i'm sitting here on my bed after getting home from work, trying to decide whether or not i will work on my essay; trying to decide whether or not i will do some laundry; trying to decide whether or not i will ever talk to you again...i've actually already decided that i won't. it's just that, sometimes i give in and do it anyway. i almost did tonight. i almost did five minutes ago. but now i'm thinking, fuck you. you're a shitty friend.

 

 

I have a lot to be happy about....why can you always bring me down?