I'm soooo stressed out, and I don't know why.

Okay, this week has been goooood.

Let's see. I been workin everyyyy dayyy. It's nice.

I lost my retainer. AGAIN. Another $200 out my ass that I actually don't have right now.

Me and Josh are great. Didn't hang out Monday or today ! We are tomorrow though!

I'm not talking to Sarah. At all. I'm going to that Mayday Parade show in October and she plans on going. I mean, she wants tickets and wasn't going to let ANYTHING get in the way. Until tonight. She tells me she can't go now because of some youth event going on. I'm like, you go to church every fucking day, and you can't miss one fucking event for mayday fucking parade. I blew up at her about it. She was like telling me I never have time for her. I'm like, "Sarah, how many times a week do I ask you to hang out, but you never can? How many times a week do I text you just say whats up? How many times have I planned things for us, just for you to flake out at the last minute." I'm like, "Why do I put so much effort in if youre not." And shes saying she does. But really, she never asks me to hang out ! Or come to Walkertown ! EVER!

Whatthefuckever.

Work at 12.

School at 230.

Josh's tomorrow night.

Gotta get money.