i feel so sick.

i just got some stuff to make my halloween costume but i'm too lazy to sew it. i ate way too much just now, i'm possibly going to be sick. i hate when i do that. i guess it's not that i ate too much, i just ate it in a really short amount of time and now i'm so tired and just fucking miserable. i'm also really sick of your shitty attitude. i didn't ask for it to end up the way it did, but don't go back on the things you said about how it would all work out somehow, and it wouldn't be something completely awkward that neither of us wants to deal with anymore. it's been too long and i'm getting too old for this.

in other news, i saw the antichrist while i was volunteering. she stared me down like no body's business and didn't even bother to hide it. quite a good way to start off a night surrounded by people with guns.