I don’t know what to do. I have to NOT DRINK COFFEE tonight! I had like half a cup at 7, on top of the one this earlier today. I am so boned…
I mean no, that’s way better than Monday night (which was hell and back (happens too often)).
Wow. I don’t know, man. I don’t work hard enough, and I can rationalize that. Everyone in my mind hates me.
What is reality anymore? I’m having trouble telling the difference. Really, I am.
It has nothing to do with love.
I hope my psychiatrist has some big mother fucking plans for this one. I need them.