Life, Love, Sex

Holy Emo

So, yeah. Still emo.

I definitely should have never gotten out of bed today. But I did. For Wendy. Consider it a mitzvah.

Concert was good. I enjoyed about 1/3 of it (maybe 1/2). Then I was emo again.

I’m not going to really write anything because I’m probably going to wind up saying shit I’ll regret in the morning. Even though I have all these nasty, emo thoughts in my head, I don’t actually want anyone to know them. For once. As I’m sure no one wants to hear me bitch about how much I hate myself anyways (because I could probably write 10 pages on that alone).

I’ll just post this recent secret from PostSecret that I relate with.

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So I think I’ll go cry now or something. I won’t be cutting because I have a date Tuesday and that would just be icky.

*Bangs head on desk*