That's nice that I wrote all those lovely things yesterday. Today? Yeah, not so much. Today I'm ready to pack it all in, tell him to go fuck himself and die and walk. I already told him to go fuck himself. The rest? I can barely restrain myself.
Five hours. That's how long I've been pissed off. Five fucking hours. Man, if I had somewhere to go I would so be out of here tonight. I'm not even kidding you. I don't even want to calm down. I want out and I want out now, you fucking asshole mother fucker from fucking hell I hate your fucking guts and I'm a fucking idiot.
