We can get along
I am so exhausted. I'm tired of going to bed early. I'm tired of getting up early. I think its time for a nice week long holiday. Its so much better on holiday, thats what I've heard anyways. Fucking tangerine wouldn't answer the God damned phone. Oh! I don't know what I'm going to do. wouldn't it be amazing if I could find a line a book that someone wrote, maybe by me maybe by someone else, that just summed everything up and I could write it on a napkin and slide it under the appropriate door. I don't want to read minds but I wish feelings didn't have to be stated. Fuck... yeah, fuck.