Seriously, my life is shit.
Everyone fucking bailed on me tonight.
I'm sitting home, all alone, being freaked out like every 12 seconds. I swear there is someone in my house, but know there's not.
I just wanted to get drunk and party.
But instead I'm sitting at home, listening to Brand New radio on Pandora like a fucking emo kid.
And don't worry all the calories I'm saving from not drinking my weight in alcohol and being made up in cookie dough as I type this.
And my liver is fine, but my lungs are going to shit from my fucking chain smoking all night.
The only 2 texts I've gotten after 10pm were within 5 minutes of each other at about 2 am. Fucking booty calls. Last chance booty calls.
Oh, and the tigers fucking lost.
Sick of this shit. I need another cig.