I hate myself. I’m a bitch. I should die. I shouldn’t be so fussy about some things. I’m not a good enough person to have the right to be fussy about stuff. I’m ridiculous. My left fallopian tube really effing hurts.

I just hung up on Kelvin for asking me to decide which weekend he shoudl come into town. It’s either this weekend or next weekend. One or the other. And he told me to choose. And I said no. Repeatedly. And he said yes. Repeatedly. So I hung up.

God, Elise… you’re such a bitch.

I posted just for you, Sam. Interesting enough? =P