You can't spell emotions without emo.

So my bestest friend has deterred me from wanting to write in this blog. This will come as a surprise to him. He said that he didn't want me to turn into a whiny little girl, so now every time I feel like blogging abotut something, I'm secondg uessing myself. Whether it's about the hopelessness I feel about this god forsaken town, or my life in general, or the world around me... I still can't help but feel like some part of me is being that "little whiney girl" he keeps describing. I'm going through a rough patch right now. My career (mostly lack thereof concering it's direction) isn't going too well, my boyfriend and roomate basically just got laid off, and my small pile of savings is slowly diminishing because I believe that retail/food/drug/alcohol therapy is the last resort I have. I'm spending 90 bucks a month on anti-depressants that don't work, and chewing xanax like they're tic tacs just to deal with all the extra stress and pressure being put on me at work and at home.

I'm a mess. Really.

(I'm also starting to get really into riding my bike, but do not wish to speak about it because I don't care if you like riding your bike. It's like that friend who LOVES his dog, but couldn't give a shit less about hearing you rattle on about yours. I like... possibly even LOVE riding, but I don't want to talk to you about it. )

With all that said...
Bobby, with all due respect. Fuck you.

This is my blog, I'll write whatever the fuck I god damn please.
Love you.