what a perfect ending for a perfectly crappy day.

what's the point of trying to be nice? if today is an example of what happens when you do try, imma be a bitch. it's easier. and acknowledged.

sat in front of doe library for 45 minutes.

fuck ppl. if i were gone, would anyone notice? doubt it.

course, there's always one thing that makes me happy again: mrs. field's cinnamon sugar cookies. i can't help but feel better.