Note to self:
Do not write important phone numbers on small, easily misplaced scraps of paper.
I am so tired of walking on eggshells. I can't even keep track of all the things i seem to do wrong any more.
... and i sit here, wrapped in a raggedy towel, mascara streaks down my face, hair dye all over the place, an alarm clock going off upstairs and the tv on with no sound, wondering what the fuck is going on ...
because sometimes i don't have a fucking clue, and i hate myself for caring.