Real mature, guys. Real fucking mature.
I’m emotionally drained and the week still isn’t over. And the one person who could make everything better is 1000 miles away. Make life stop today. I just need a little break.
Oh my gosh. I think I’m dying.
remember like 2 years ago when christmas stopped feeling like christmas for some reason
Nothing like an hour long phone call to make you feel a complete range of emotions and then leave you sobbing on your bed. What. A. Fucking. Day.
No lie, every time I hear footsteps coming toward my room, I have a small panic attack because I physically cannot handle any more human contact right now. It’s the worst.
This year I decided to really get into the spirit of Halloween. It may have been the costliest decision I’ve ever made. My greased up head went into the pumpkin no problem, but… I can’t get it out. I mean, I could try destroying the pumpkin… But as Jim and I discovered any blow to the pumpkin itself could prove fatal to me. At first I drove myself crazy thinking about the things I should have done differently. I never should have hollowed out this damn pumpkin in the first place. Then I realized that I was being silly. I mean, the pumpkin should rot off of my head in a month or two. Right?
fun drinking game for the kids: listen to fall out boy. every time patrick sings ‘ohhhhh’ or ‘woah’ take a shot
you will die
believers never die
i have made a terrible mistake