I'mOverThisBullShit.

I'm so sick of everyone shit, it's not even funny. How the hell are you going to give me an attitude when I haven't done anything wrong? Why is it that I can't have one fucking day without something bad happening? I'm so fucking pissed, I feel like crying. I'm so done with trying to make people happy. I don't care if you're pissed off. You can suck my fucking dick bro. I've just stopped giving a damn about you. About most people.

Then I get a text from you. How is it that you can make me just smile like that? With just a silly little photo, you turned my whole night around. I can't even be that upset anymore. Here I thought that everyone just didn't want to talk to me. You're even letting me rant to you about my stupid day. Why do you even care? Why are you so sweet to me? I don't understand it. I've found someone who I can have intelligent conversations with about music and the theory behind it. To top it off hes so handsome, and a Sax player. Good god boy. Thank you so much for being able to make me happy.

Work sucked, very much so. I kind of hate myself when I'm there. No one takes me seriously, and it pisses me off. It's days like this just were I just want to sleep. A coma sounds wonderful, so full of bliss. I've grown to hate that word.

As for now, music. And to text this cutie.

Sweet Dreams Fuckers.

I love you.