I went to my friend’s apartment today and a cat laid in my lap for the whole time. Guess my cat is just an asshole.
That moment when you realize that you’ve truly relapsed and can’t be bothered to fix it.
Well things with Kyle are absolutely shit right now. And I don’t know what to do. I’m actually kind of legitimately scared that things might not work out. Like my life might not include him. And I really really hate that. I can’t even imagine or wrap my head around it. Fuck.
Figuring out what the fuck I’m gonna wear for the day is the worst part of the day.