I hate/love my roommate.

She's stolen my best friend
And the few things that have kept me content
While I've been so down.
But we have so much fun together otherwise... right...

She thinks I was laughing but I was crying.
I'm not even joking.

Our water is fucking off again.


I don't give a shit how nice my roommate is.
She needs to grow some balls and confront our landlord bout all this shit.
Or I'm going to.

Learn.
Figure that shit out.

Time's running.
Where am I gonna be?
Or does it matter...
as long as it's amazing......


Right? Right.

"Single."

I really should travel.

Blue, blue, electric blue.

Simple and great.