Had a shower and put on clean pajamas. It was a productive day.

Ridiculous people are why I have rage issues.

I don't tweet about coffee so I'll never have a good tweet.

Dear Wednesday, no fucking thank you.

I basically only tweet to keep up with the disappointment.

I don't know about anything anymore. Maybe I don't want to know.

Me: I’d like to order the family meal. Cashier: Do you need any plates or forks? Me: Just one, thanks.

I'm going to slip into something a little more comfortable. *Rolls in a ditch*

Every time I lay my head down to sleep my brain starts dumb conversations with me.

My seasonal depression is still going strong from last year.

I'm not afraid of failure anymore. We've become well acquainted.

You can't lose at their game if you don't play.

My ass fell asleep and now I’m afraid to fart.

I'm having a what the fuck, why am I crying and fuck this kind of day.

Imagine falling in love with me. Wrong! Way more regret.