mexicant

It's a little after one, I'm drunk, a little stoned, and just thought of something:

What if I'm not really in love? What if I'm only with her because I feel like I have to go through the motions? What if I wake up one day and realize that I don't want to do it anymore?

I called in sick today and told everyone it was because I wasn't feeling well. It was a lie. I stayed home because work has been freaking me out and I was pretty sure I was going to have a panic attack if I went in today. They've moved my desk to an "open" one in the middle of a busy walk-way and having all those people around me is starting to get to me.

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Addition:

I decided that I will stop being a fat fuck this year and try and go out to meet people that I actually care about. I'm looking at you dmac!