Alone and Miserable
Pretty much how I’m feeling.
I just want to see her… I just want to be out of this house… I just want to live on my own terms.
I can’t.
It blows several donkey dicks concurrently.
And it sucks, because I want to express these things to her, but I can’t. It doesn’t help just telling her how much I miss her all the time, but it’s there.
I could play PC games… but my desktop is all the way over there <points to a desk that’s roughly five feet away>. I could play them on my laptop, but my mouse is all the way over there <points to a bag that’s under the desk>. I could play my 360, but it’s all the way over there <points to a house that’s 1,299 miles away>.
I’m still waiting on the fucking center caps for the wheels on my car… I ordered them on the 3rd of December and have yet to receive them. This causes me irreparable sadness each day I come home and do NOT see a box from UPS sitting on the front porch.
My room is freezing cold, so I will retreat into the relative safety of my blankets, meaning I don’t feel like typing anymore.
Night!
