I know.
I'm like a bitter bitch, who doesn't seem to be bothered about you.
Give me a breather.
I'm not angry.
I'm okay.
I might just be that chirpy little faker, I always am, tomorrow.
Or maybe, I can just learn to shut the fuck up.
To my girls+boy of CNF:
I'm waiting for your stories to be told.
I know it'll be one wonderful piece.
You have my heart.
The week sucks, hardcore.