I know, I know, I know. I should get over it and just acknowledge that life sucks and there's nothing I can do about it at this stage in my life. Well you know what? I don't care.
This.
Is.
Ridiculous.
Thor got run over by a car on Monday; he didn't make it. My granddad is dying. My mother thinks I'm a slut and my father is long gone. I have cancer. My love life is so convoluted, it's disgusting. And I'm getting fat- that's what you get for stress eating and ignoring the biological need to sleep. My work schedule is insane, and my educational side is losing this war. And my sketchbook got urinated on. Plus some other stuff that I'd rather not go into.
And damnit, I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts.
Alright. I'm done semi-ranting. I just hurt, and I'm tired of it. And I'm tired of being alone. And now I really am alone.
I'll write again soon. I'm tired and I can't think of anything else to say.
