i fucking hate people.

a fucking 3am fake suicide phone call? seriously??!!

also, you are officially added to the list of people i hate.

jason stephens called me at 3am with a million apologies and some attention-craving lie about taking a couple dozen sleeping pills along with a half bottle of gin.

insta-panic.

i'm not nearly stable enough to lose another friend.

i call every mutual friend i know. and even encourage them to call crazy mary.

meet up with hx at applebees where i watch him talk to jason stephens whom is being a fucking dick and then go to ix's apartment even though he hadn't been answering his phone for hours, but he happened to awake at 4am and answered the door in about 20 seconds as i cried outside and gave me a hug while explaining that i had just been faux-suicide played by his own friend.

but he was still able to yell at me an hour and a half after his initial phone call where he pretended to be fading out.

you won't give out your plano address and i cannot help you avoid your artificial suicide attempt.

and then your bitch girlfriend, crazy mary, calls about that one text message i sent her six months ago about sucking his dick... zero concern for his life.

i'm done with all of you fucking assholes.

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!