In deep
Ugh. If only you knew how fucking much I just want to cry in a corner. I don’t know how it happened, but my story is no longer on my flash drive. I just called my friend who has an exact copy on her computer, but she wasn’t awake (I don’t BLAME HER; 6:45 in the goddam morning!), and her parents answered, and I’m so fucking sure they just about hate me right now. But I’m supposed to call right before seven, but it just sucks because they probably hate me, and I’m without my story, and I actually started crying. I almost did start crying when I was talking to her parents. God, I feel like such a bitch. And a retard. Ugh. Now I’m so close to crying again, it’s not even funny. And I can’t eat. And the Tokio Hotel concert that I was supposed to go to go canceled. Which shits even more.
And now I’m letting my cursing get out of control, but who really gives? Damn it, I’m so ready to just fall in a ditch and die. I feel like such a retard. UGGGGGH. DAMN IT!!!
She’s emailing right now, and I’m crying like a fucking moron, and I just hate the world right now. I really do. Fucking bastards that put so much stress on me. Damn it. Just go to hell. Everyone I hate just needs to go to hell. I’m serious. Go. Now.
