It’s not the end of the world.

Tomorrow is another day. I really shouldn’t care as much as I do that I’m calling them and they’re not calling back.

I’ve got mine. Right now.

I’m angry and upset, I can’t get out, I’m sitting here whining when I

.

I need my pill. I need sleep.

I need quiet. Dammit. God.

(I AM NEVER WASTING TIME.)

Log in to write a note

I feel that way at times myself. I know it’s not hte end of hte world, but it doesn’t have to be the end of the world to upset me. In other words, even if it’s not the end of the world, it’s bad enough.