I can't concentrate... Not at all. I won't leave here until I have found some good links for my b/f's freind, but the rest... it is screwed... I won't fix it. That is how I feel now... I am so down and blue now, it is not even funny.
I should go home. But I don't want to. Or perhaps I should. And hide in the closet...
Fuck...
I should go home. But I don't want to. Or perhaps I should. And hide in the closet...
Fuck...