i'm so happy coz the pain leaves me today.

honestly? even if we fuck up, i'm not going to have to deal with this ball business for at least another year. or eight months. or whenever. i'm exhausted. i spent the whole night cutting up songs, and the best part is that people probably wouldn't notice or be aware of the effort taken. they'd probably comment on the poor selection of music or whatnot. to those detractors that i'm bound to face tonight, let me say this: you fuckers were meant to do it. all i was meant to do was to tell you how to do things, or at least help you get settled down. that's meant to be my job.

yes. i'm being agressive. meow. i haven't quiet slept. and i've got to go to college early. i've received 2 calls that've jolted me awake.

like, seriously, dudes. i am definitely going to be just a guest next year.