i’m fuckin up.
in many ways, but right now i mean i need to be asleep. should have been asleep hours ago.
not a bad nut.
not great, but it will do.
so i guess my blog is 3 years old today.
not sure if that is something to celebrate or not.
i’m really starting to hate my phone.
can’t remember the last time it presented me with anything good. it’s always someone needing money or some shitty news. why can’t i have someone hit me up just happy and wanting to talk for a bit? shit why can’t i nudes again? surprise nudes use to be the shit… at this point i’d settle for a upbeat text.
i want to be in a social setting, yet i don’t feel like talking.
too early in the morning to be this horny.
showered, dressed, shoed, smelling good.
turns out i’m not leaving the house…
horny, lonely, bored, a lil drunk…
the perfect title for my autobiography. i have a true distaste for my life.
ugh. i need to just take my ass to bed.
up for no good reason, just to wake up early to head to a shit job, ran by bitches too concern with stroking their egos to actually manage. fuck. i need a life do over, or an instant painless death.