Well shit.
Where’d my friends go? They all moved or disappeared off the planet. Or, suddenly decided they don’t like me. Peeved? Quite so, because I’m tired of having no one around.
I’m tired of Salem, this apartment where I can’t sleep in my own damn room because my neighbors are too loud, and the fact that it carries so many horrible memories for me.
The one person I want to see, I can’t. Because I “did the right thing”. Fuck doing the right thing, it hurts. I hate that I’m sitting here, thinking of ways to “better myself”, when I’d honestly rather just sulk here for a while.
Screw this, I’m going to bed and seeing if I sleep through my alarm tomorrow. If I do, then I’ll be fucking happy.
