excuse me while I roll over and die.
I need to fucking be alone.
I’m sick of my house being the party crash pad.
I’m sick of Rianne manipulating me.
Summer for me starts on Thursday.
I hope Ri knows I’m not getting drunk every night. Once a week MAYBE.
I wish that Colin wanted to be with me.
It’s better this way—I need to remember how to be alone.
Take everything else away.