FUCK! Why do things have to be so goddamn difficult?
Why when things are finally working, or I'm enjoying myself do things have to crumble and shatter into millions of little angste ridden shards of emotional glass?
Why the fuck do I have to decide the future of my love life in two weeks?
Why the fuck am I so fucking indecisive?
Why when things are finally working, or I'm enjoying myself do things have to crumble and shatter into millions of little angste ridden shards of emotional glass?
Why the fuck do I have to decide the future of my love life in two weeks?
Why the fuck am I so fucking indecisive?
megalomatthew:
I'M IN A GLASS BOX OF EMOTION!!!...Yah it's pretty shitty isn't it. Just don't make any hasty decisions.