Thought I had figured out how to 86 this feeling, but here it is, fully stocked.

This is just getting out of hand. You need to make up your fucking mind.

Sometimes I just feel like I'm a terrible boyfriend.

I can't go to work tonight.

I'm so scared right now.

It's hard to sit and wait, and have nothing but hope to hold on to when you haven't an idea what to expect.

I don't want to lose Camille. I can't. I've worked too hard, she means too much to me.

I'd change anything for her.

FUCK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH RIGHT NOW

Every fucking weekend turns out like shit.

I hate all of this fucking bullshit.

Last night sucked majorly, and tonight is already looking like it's going to blow.

I can't believe I actually look forward to ANYTHING anymore. Why the fuck do I do that? I just ruin everything.

So this was the lamest weekend I've ever had. Easily.

Summertime, and the living is easy.

One more final and a proficiency essay.

Almost there.

This Ben Folds song should not affect me like this.

I don't understand what's going on, and I can't handle it. I'm not ready.