Tomorrow’s still up for grabs.
[Passive-aggressive rant about work shit that’s got me in a particularly ugly mood.]
I had my mom drive me to check on a cat I’ve seen lying in the same spot in a ditch for two days in a row tonight so I really identify with Will in...
There is just so much wrong with me as a person.
Cabbage and divorce! You can have my stuff. I am dead.
Crying.