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.