Idk what normal people do on a Friday night but yelling and laughing outside my units is fucking annoying when I have work AT EIGHT AM GO AWAY SOCIAL PEOPLE.
"I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too."
I just feel like screaming. My chest feels like it’s about to cave in on itself. I hate, hate, hate these nights where I feel like driving my car off a bridge. It’s pointless and useless yet I still can’t shake off the impending breakdown.