all i want to do is watch the fucking football game without the fucking dog licking my pants and without my fucking roommates annoying the shit out of me. outbursts of unnecessary giggling and irrelevant statements and me slitting my wrists in the corner.

why did i stay home on game night? sunchips would make this waay better.

i've been waay crabby and probably pre-mensing lately.

every month, hx calls me out and asks if i'm about to start.

he's always within three days.

today was that day.

FUCK!