Here’s what I hate.
I hate that I told people like 2 days ago that I wanted to hang out with them on Monday night because I didn’t have work the next morning. And then I tell them earlier today to hit me up when they’re gonna chill. And then he ends up getting shrooms, not hitting me up. You say there’s a barrier? You’re fucking creating it. I’m trying to hang out with you on the night I can fucking stay out and do shit and then I basically get blown off. You may try and say otherwise, but try and convince me that I didn’t just straight up get blown off.
There was no barrier before, but now I’m irritated. So there’s a barrier building.
Whatever.
Fuck this. Seriously. I just want out of this house. I want to go do something with anyone. And if it can’t be the people I wanted to hang out with, I’ll have to hang out with someone else.
