i had a lovely saturday
and i THOUGHT i would have a lovely weekend
i thought the horrid phone conversation last night was just a bad dream because it was just so dumb that i couldn't make sense of it
then, i woke up this morning and saw the message that was still open on my phone
and finally remembered and realised that it wasn't a dream


i really do hate rollercoaster rides
why cant everything just be nice and gay and happy?
sighhh
maybe i will just go cut my hair later
beats rotting at home on a sunday
and it makes me feel better, anyway