you will NOT ruin my life.
oh no. I will cry and then I'm sure I'll be fine tomorrow.
And if I'm not, I'll take a nap.
pms. you will go away.
And on a lighter note...
car in the shop. I mean...some guy's garage who says he can fix it.
I warned him. I really did.
It's his fault if something goes wrong tomorrow and he doesn't have time to fix it before Monday.
But I'm sure nothing will go wrong. The end.
I wish that someone would just bring me my toothbrush. Cause I'm sitting here and I don't want to get up but I really need to brush.
And on a different note,
nope. I won't. I will not. I can't. You don't understand, cause it's not happening.
And you're really frustrating me now, so please go away.
On a truly lighter note,
tomorrow is Sunday.