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yo, what the FUCK is wrong with me? i was up at 6, went to bed at two damn thirty... & now here i am an hour or so into my work day. someone shoot me. my brain has shut the fuck off. i might have to leave early today. i feel like shit.
isaiah. i don't know where the fuck you are, but i feel like i'm gonna suffocate if i don't see you. that panicky kissing business we did last week ... that's exactly how i feel now. lost, afraid, needy... i think i'm losing it.
it's quite possible that i already fucking have.
i gotta move out. holy shit, i need to get outta there. i almost threw a lamp into a wall this morning out of frustration... thank you, mom, for making me internalize this shit & then curse my alarm clock. blah. work = escape. i'm gonna be a fuckin psycho workaholic if i don't get outta there, fast. so, come on, sAk, let's get a dee-luxe casa in ess pee where we can be pee eye em pee esses like no othas... a sista is finna lose it, frill.
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