I really did. Not really.
it's two am, I suck. I NEED HELP TO SLEEP. GAH.
I'm so sick of pizza, we're through. No more bagel bites or pizza for ten years.
Bad anxiety tonight. UGHUGH..
I need to wash poor josh's sweatpants. They are dirty. As well as my hair.
I'm sick of nightmares. I'm sick of seeing fucking aliens and dawn of the dead people
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