nothing hurts more than sleeping with a best friend.

i'm becoming better best friends with television characters
than with real people.

i'm on disc three of gossip girl
and on my fifth glass of vodka orange.

i've alienated myself from pretty much everyone
but for good reason.
i just don't know why i'm so suprised
that nobody misses me.

i feel like i'm on the verge of an emotional breakdown.
maybe i'll just get drunk tonight
and listen to some rilo kiley or jets to brazil
or god i don't know lauryn hill,
think about everything,
cry,
write you a letter,
in an ill-fated attempt to regain a lost friend,
never give it to you,
and pass out.


jesus christ.
plz don't tell me this is the sign
of how the rest of the year will be.