Good job, Stef. Good fucking job.

Congratulations on being able to fuck up EVERYTHING. All at the same time.

And they said you were good for nothing....

I don't know if anyone still reads this, but we did, guys!

Congradulations everyone.

Oh seven, oh snap.

Everyone misses you so much. You should be here.

This game is getting old.

Please stop it. You're going to ruin everything.

I love you. I miss you when I'm with out you. I love the smell of your shirt. And how I think about you for days ( Read more... )

The past few days have been a reality check for me ( Read more... )

Let's spend 3 days telling me how stupid I am, then expect me to take care of you when you're sick.

I hope your fucking sniffles kill you. Get over it.

Dear world,

Thank you for giving me an amazing boyfriend. Thank you Kenny, and of course the makers of cheap vodka for making this happen. I've never been this happy. Ever.

Love,
Stef. ♥

I'm going crazy.

I'm sorry.

I quit this game.

You piss me off just about every day. Over nothing. And you have no idea.

I hate you for it.
And it makes me hate myself for being ridiculous.

Do whatever you want. I don't fucking care.

That's a complete lie.

I'm pretty much just sick of myself for all of it.

Would you notice if I was gone? How long would it take you?

You prick.

Sometimes, the thought of you helps keep me alive.

Thank you.