Feck you.

Ugh.
Just seriously. I'm sick of all the drama. Everything I say is wrong. Like honestly. You don't have to argue with everything. I'm trying to help you. But no. Your just far too concerned with whether or not you're going to be able to use those condoms in your sock drawer.

And a job should be a top on your priority list...

At least last night was some decent fun. And you know something? That's good. I'm proud of myself. I did what I wanted. Even if it was a dare, I am happy for it.


Its been the LONGEST 18 days of my entire life. And you know something? Its not good. I just found something else out. Its like...what's even the point? We get to be 50, and then our health crashes down upon us. We die.

Poor Molly, so sick. I feel so bad :(

So many things unclear....so many things unknown.

Until next time when I go crazy <3