Fuck, Dummys

There's almost nothing I want more this morning than to sit at home and throw up all day. Everything makes me mad. Just agro all day. I don't want to look at your face. Or think about you thinking you're better just like my ex always did. But worse. I hate that shit the most. I want you to take me to get my bike fixed and then leave me the fuck alone for a week or something. Don't try to fix shit or "protect" me. Fuck you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. You make me mad today.