Wow. Fuck this.
I try so hard to be in a good mood. But no. That’s too much to fucking ask.
I just need a ride to a friends house. It won’t kill you.
And I just wanna use my computer. MY computer.
And my room? I’ve spent all day cleaning it. And I’ve been doing laundry all day. I guess that’s not enough either.
I could do anything. And it won’t be enough.
I want to die. There’s no point anymore.