If dreams show the deepest wanting of your soul then I’m utterly fucked. I can’t believe I dreamt that. That’s bad. Aw shit.
Sick. Sick sick sick sick siiiiiiiick. SICK.
So aaaaaaaanywho.
I’ve had a good couple of days. Hung out with people, which was nice. It may be stupid but it’s the little outings on the weekend that make me go through the week partially sane.
I had Herring, white chocolate, eggs and cheese for breakfast, a root beer and 2 coffees. I don’t feel so good.
It took me 93 minutes to get out of bed.
Uh, later.
3 comments:
If I called you would you just tell me what's wrong or will I have to fight you to get you to tell me what's wrong? If it's the first then I'll call you and if it's the second then pretend I called you, kay?
Feel better. Big mwah.
hahahahHAHAHA quiff. XD
What the hell? What did I do?
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