WHY. WHY
FUCKING
ME.

every god damn time i'm in this kind of mood. like i'm on the fucking rag BUT I'M NOT AND I WON'T BE SOON.
every. single. god. damn. time.
SOMETHING FUCKING HAPPENS.
WHY.

and why the fuck am i such an ungrateful bitch, too?
oh well. kinda known that idgaf anymore.
THAT'S ME.
i'm a fucking horrible and disgusting person.

now my bed has fucking soda on it.
like, where i sleep.
CAN'T FUCKING SLEEP THERE TODAY. WOOOOO, COUCH.
actually, loveseat/sofa.
i fit in it.
yeah, neck to knees.
and it's full of fucking dog hair and smells bad.
and the dogs are in there, so they fucking bother me and keep me up.

and i've been fucking crying.
i want to sleep in MY bed. and i just fucking washed everything for my bed.
and the soda got on my pillow that i can't really wash.
AND. i major fucking ants in my room. now they might get on my bed.
i just fucking got over freaking out because i thought i had ants on me constantly.



i fucking hate this so much.