You don't know how much I love/hate you.

Pitstop, Prata, TCC - all in one day, accompanied with wonderful friends & of course, food.

(John was being extra nice today.)

I'm so upset now. People don't seem to understand that I don't have time. Maybe you should stop taking me like I'm a total retard. It's not like my brain is liquid shit. The damage has already been done, so maybe you should just spare me the nonsense & stop pretending like you know how it feels to be caught in such shit. Don't ask me questions like what I expect out of this whole thing. It's so messed up, I can't even think properly.

Screw this. Screw the shit out of them.

I never thought I'd say this but yes I am already standing at the edge & I'm losing grip.