it's 2:20 am, and I'm not sure what I should be complaining about this early. I could ramble about how I'm stressed out beyond belief. I don't know if I can go through with paying for my own housing. Every day I'm reminded of how I can't, but it makes me want to even more. I'm pretty sure I've got it all figured out though. All I need is a job, a bank account, and a loan. I'm tired of thinking about this.
I could go insane like Daniel Johnston and try to crash my dad's plane into some trees, or get arrested in New York for drawing Jesus-fish inside of The Statue of Liberty. I feel bad for people who are learning English, for example the word "fish" can be used as singular or plural, "read" can be past and present tense, there are too many exceptions in my language, and I'm sorry i wish there wasn't.
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I'm not pissed he's got a new girlfriend already, I'm pissed at the fact that I'm going to have to spend a night with him in two weeks, pretending i don't give a shit. I guess it's somewhat the truth though, I shouldn't give a shit because being an asshole about it won't change anything. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. I don't need him apologizing for ten minutes either, because it only wastes time I don't want to spend talking about it, and thats why I never call him anymore. What's there to say really? I swear it would've been easier to just hate him, I wish he wasn't so nice.
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