July 26, 2003
Jesus Christ, some people are so disgusting to me. They make me want to vomit. They make me want to fuck my own eyesocket. It is all about you. All about you. No one else exists so don't worry about being considerate. Don't call back. Don't give me a heads up. Stand me up. Stick it to me. Fuck me over. Keep me in the dark. It would be different if I didn't always come back to see if you need anything. You're all so fucking rude. Every excuse in the world will always add up to another ruined night.