i really fucking hate when i tell people about my problems and they try to make it into a fucking contest and one up me like congratulations you win at being a douchebag
As fucked up as it might seem to other people, I like feeling hungry. It feels good. Probably for bad reasons, but it may be the motivation I need.
I forgot to eat lunch and dinner. Ugh. I’m so hungry. Too late now. Forever living off coffee and other illicit items.
In a fucking foul mood. My cousins baby is definitely coming tomorrow, so I have to be up at 7am, I haven’t slept home in forever. Because I keep being told I need to be at my sisters house if the baby comes, YOU’VE pissed me off. Anything else want to fuck with me today? Seriously. I’m going to go read this fucking book, and keep to my fucking self. Goodnight.