Damn.

I need to finish my fuckin work.

But I'm feeling all conflicted inside. It's burning my throat like Vodka.

I am so disgusted with the way my life goes in general. I'm always able to figure out exactly what someone else's problem is, and how to fix it. But when it comes to my own life I can't fix a muthafuckin thang.

I don't want to use him for sex. I don't want to be with him because he is an idiot. I don't even want to think about it anymore. Stupid hormones.

I don't feel better. Fuck. I'm going to work. It's either work or cry.