Bitch fit.

Lost my car key in the car yesterday. Yeah I know right, who does?! And somehow my instinct said to call gay boy for help was right. I feel weak, emotionally. Like whatever I've built up over the years is slowly melting down as the days draw near. Approximately 2 more months left. I can't help but kept picturing the whole scenario... &Acid bar had to play a string of sad songs last night.

Ps. I have a love/hate relationship with beer.

Pps. Just realized how bad I am at squeezing zits. And damnit, even zits made me think of you...