dear ringer on my phone diary,
i hate you. not the disabled veteran's so much, but the lady calling around collecting for them today- OF ALL DAYS. you know? fucking call tomorrow when my ringer is OFF whydontcha? gawd dogit. so. i am up again. my eyes are not as crossed as they were. i got two hours and 2 minutes left before the depression kicks in and i wonder what i should have done better. fuck nothing. there is nothing i could have done better. nothing. nothing. nothin. nothing. and i wont be depressed either- if they call or if they dont.
i hate you. not the disabled veteran's so much, but the lady calling around collecting for them today- OF ALL DAYS. you know? fucking call tomorrow when my ringer is OFF whydontcha? gawd dogit. so. i am up again. my eyes are not as crossed as they were. i got two hours and 2 minutes left before the depression kicks in and i wonder what i should have done better. fuck nothing. there is nothing i could have done better. nothing. nothing. nothin. nothing. and i wont be depressed either- if they call or if they dont.
