Tuesday, 3 May 2011
01:49:48 AM (GMT)
Today was horrible.
I'm sorry everyone, I'll never meet all of your high expectations.
And, I guess I'll always be helpless, according to Jen.
Dear MonkeyBoy; I'm sorry I'm not fucking tall enough.
Dear Jen; I can put up a fucking mat on my own, I didn't need help. So the "Well, if
you don't ask for help, I'm going to punch you in the face" thing was unnecessary.
And I'm not Nathan's fucking keeper, I didn't send him to go help with the backdrops,
so stop acting like its my fault
Dear Mrs. James; I'm sorry I'm not a guy.
Dear Mom; I'm sorry that I will never fucking be good enough for you. I honestly
don't see the point in trying.
Dear Erica; Thank you for everything. I honestly feel better for just a little bit
riding around in your car.
I fucking hate how I can't talk to the only person who can talk me out of doing very
bad things because I'm afraid he hates me, or I bug him, or I'm just another "job" he
has to do.
I'm so done with everything it isn't even funny.