its 230am and i cant sleep because there are a million things going through my head right now and even popping advil isnt soothing this pounding headache i have. i'm gonna regret this at work in the morning

why does it have to be so difficult? so complicated? why is it one thing after another? one moment you're so sure about what you have then some greater power somewhere decides hey lets fuck with his head this is gonna be fun

well, havent been emotionally distressed in a while, its about bloody time right?

on top of that my air conditioning isnt bloody working right

fuck this shit