Fanfuckingtastic

It's quater of five in the morning. I've been up all night. I'm sitting here lonely, miserable and unhappy (but not smoking) wondering if I will ever meet anyone who could actually love me for me. Anyone who won't always pull the rug out from under me just when I relax my guard. Safe, supportive and secure my goddamned ass!

Yes, I'm crying. Godfuckingdammittohellandback! I hate to cry. People suck.

I am lovable goddamit!

I've been waiting my entire fucking life for anyone at all to ever notice that.

Screw you if you think I'm going to spend the next four days cleaning the stupid, fucking house.

Fuck. I'll explain all of this at some point. Maybe.