i just got back from the docs. i think im going to die.
i just want to shrivel up into a ball and cry. but instead im going to go to mikes house, bawl and drink. hah, wait, no, thats a lie because drinking is what started the problems in the first place
yo, man..this whole looking for another apartment is sucha fucking hassle. i should just get my dad to hire somebody to do it instead of me, damn it. and it definitely doesnt help that i havent slept for more than 4 hours in the past 3 days.