Shit. Why are you so fucking worried? I dgaf. I know I'll be prepared and I know I can do it. There isn't a whole shit load of SURPRISES when you sustain yourself. The money is worrisome. But you don't seem so scared. I don't understand that. I am desperately scared about the money. The whole surviving bit? a piece of cake. Why are you so fucking worried? I feel I am pretty realistic, and I know how to get what I want. That's all I need to last those nights. And yeah my moral compass...well I misplaced that years ago. I know where to find it when I absolutely need it, but other than that, it is what it is.
You made me fucking cry today, even after i listend to your stupid rant and picked it up for her... And he doesn't know half the shit he's talking about. It's not like he even fucking tries to be social. he knows how to spend, and earn, but that's about it. Shit, you know you talk crap about him too and how he doesnt spend time either. And guess what? I'm fucking over it. No one's going to change and he does what he is meant to do. No one is a fucking angel, not even you.
Just bear through these last months... OKAY?
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