Everything I bought needs to be cooked. I spaced out hardcore while talking to my mom on the phone and totally fucked up while cooking and ruined everything. EVERYTHING. So since I'm so fucking dramatic I decided to stop cooking for at least a week. Basically eat scraps of my birthday cake. (A cake my boss bought. That only I had pretty much. Ryan had a mini piece and hated it. Happy birthday.) I have milk. This is how I'm too skinny. Because I don't know how to live or care. I am really not as pissed off or angry or whatever as I sound. Do I? I have to go back to work and waste my time for a few more hours before I can come back home and waste my time in better ways. Like look at my old drawings and get mildly encouraged to draw more and submit something I can be fucking proud of for once. fuhgghhhhhhhhhhhhh

sometimes i write things and then erase it because when i look back it just looks like bitchbitchbitchbitch. obviously i don't erase everythaaaang.