Way too fucking many days in a row where all I want to do is curl up in a ball & disappear for a number of days.  I could cry for a week straight and probably (definitely) still not feel any better.  I know I'm being a huge drama queen, but FUCK, does every necessary item in my life have to break at the same exact time?  See yah bike, bye car, later computer, adios hopeful heart.  Fuck everything.  I'm going to be the most miserable bitch in the world today, I can already tell.  Steer clear, bitches.

Ke$hit understands.

PS when did I become such a shitty writer?  I used to understand myself so much more clearly.