Fuck You Very Much

I wish people would just tell me what they fucking want from me. I am so tired of my "friends" and "family" acting like I'm one huge fucking let down when they are the assholes who screwed me over in the first place. I just want to slap the shit out of them. God Damn It.

They're like, "Alright, what you saying? Yeah can I take your digits?"

• It's my mom's birthday. I totally forgot because I've had so much on my mind. Frickers.
• I applied for a job at H&M last night, or this morning rather, like 3 AM.
• Moving out is looking really appealing.
• I like Diet Coke, I've been drinking alot of it lately.
• My hours at work have been going back up, thank God.
• I keep getting mixed signals and maybe I'm guy retarded but my brain is all messed up.
• My great grandma is cute. Still sassy.

And It Makes Me Smile...

Sometimes I feel bad that I don't blog more often. But no one really reads this. Plus, I have nothing to say today. Well not yet, it's only about 40 minutes into today.

I shouldn't really say that I have nothing to say. Clearly I've already said something. Everything else I could say isn't entirely exciting/upbeat so I'm choosing to leave it out in an attempt to make this a happier blog.

Also, I miss going to concerts. I'll have to do that soon.