It's not my fault, i have to live with this shit. Now i realize why i left and have a residual reluctance go stay home.
They project the worst of themselves unto me. I realize again now why i hate them.
Ugh. Im should've picked an earlier flight.
It's where i ramble, so my friends that i love and never email know what i'm up to, so i get to scream with some degree of anonymity and just vent because sometimes, there's no one to talk to