Wake Me Up

 When September Ends. 

I recently posted about the fact that I find 80 or so percent of my life painful or unfulfilling. My inability to get out of bed for any reason continues to make me wonder why I'm still alive. 

Even the very good things are floating in a sea of sadness. 

 I wish I was a little bit worse of a person. Then at least I could get some of what I want through guilt. 

Can't Say it to Her Face

 Your phone isn't being weird, you're just so f-ing clumsy that you hit the wrong icons. ALL THE TIME.

I do not even know how you keep turning down the brightness on your laptop.