meh.

FUCK MAN.

Fanfic'll be tomorrow night. Not at lunch. Because I'm not coming home at lunch tomorrow. I say "it'll be one schedule" all happy and assuming that things aren't going to go wrong and then things go wrong and it's not on schedule and I feel bad for saying it will be and then it winds up not being.

God this week is the worst week ever I swear to god. I want it to end. Make it end. I'm tired of it and I want it to go away. I am MISERABLE and hurting (physically) and ill and I keep getting shitty headaches. And I'm grumpy and sad because I keep thinking about the things that make me sad and things are losing meaning, except Papa Roach which has apparently GAINED meaning and I've listened to them for hours now. I wonder what this could mean. Because their music never meant this much to me even when I was a huge fan. Weird stuff is going on with me, man.

I played guitar today and felt a bit better, and then squeed over Anette with someone for a bit and that made me happy too, and now I'm just tired and grumpy and bitchy and wanting to give up. lol. Oh well. Maybe by some odd stroke of luck tomorrow will be better. I harbour doubts that it will be, but I suppose one never knows.

Failure of epic proportions.

Currently Listening: Never Enough by Papa Roach

Now something's wrong with me,

I'm bleeding profusely.

And this seems natural to me,

I fuck up every day.

Somebody put me in my place.