Finally back in my hometown. Ok. Agree to go out with family to dinner despite the fact that I’ve barely bathed in a while and I’m sickly and look like absolute shit. Ok. Sit down next to the sister of my highschool sweetheart. Fuck.
She gave me a look that was both “I hate you” and “You look ridiculous and I can’t wait to tell my sister how much better off she is without you.”
I hate my life.
But I mean come on… he’s 82… he’s gonna go soon.
Then you’ll love me. Then you’ll want me.
I’m just kidding. I just made up that thing about Mr. Feeny dying to make myself feel better about my miserable, lonely existence.
So i honestly had a freakishly long dream last night where i was at the beach trying to get some pina colada ice cream but the dude wouldn’t sell it to me because he thought my ID was fake. we argued for like five hours
