My new apartment is fucking rad. I love it more than I love the new pills I've been taking.
On a not so great note, everyone has taken it upon themselves to only talk to me if they feel the need to bitch. I'm very sorry you are having a bad day, your love life is a mess, your parents hate you, your dog died, etc but please don't fucking tell me.
I can't help you, I can't even unpack my 20 zillion boxes laying all over the living room and kitchen.
I'm locking myself in my bedroom, taking some more pills and only listening to Idlewild until I feel somewhat happy again.
Thank you everyone for depressing the shit out of me.
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