The phrase of the day:
“I don’t want presents…however, you can get me presents once you have a proper job.”
I’ve not quite made up my mind on how to feel about it. On the one hand, I’m very hurt, and on the other, I don’t give a flying fuck anymore.
I can’t help but feel that something’s wrong.
What I need now is unhealthy. And fighting against it will drive me crazy.
