ihavebeenfloated

Eh. Rocky last night was pretty bad. I mostly wanted to sit outside all night. Even the cute security chick rubbing my head didn’t make it much better. I will be destined to make next week better even if it means I have to watch the film eight times this week and call random people to teach me callouts just so I can be an aisle pacer. I’m considering asking if they need someone on security because paying for this shit is getting ridiculous and it’s not like I go to make out with a ton of people. I’m made for security.

I’m at Trista’s house. I didn’t feel much like going home last night, I was in a bit of a irrational funk and I knew I shouldn’t… be… alone… Yeah, I bleed just to know I’m alive. I’M ABOUT TO BREAK! God, I’m such an emo bitch.

She’s sleeping. It’s like ninety degrees in her living room and every time I fall asleep I wake up minutes later bathing in my own sweat. It’s pretty gross. So it goes.

What to do… What to do…