ladyoflorien | (no subject)

Right, so, the last best friend I ever had in my life is flying overhead at an altitude of about 37,000 feet right now, and I'm not even gonna get to meet him at the airport. What's more, I probably wont even SEE him until Sunday, and he's only gonna be here 7 days. That's three right there. And, to add to this amusing turn of events, my mom is coming in as well, and I wont even get to be there to see HER arrive either. Ha. Hahah. Oh god. I don't even care anymore.

There's things changing inside of me and I really don't care about anything anymore, so they're gonna run unbridled. I'm gonna lay down on the couch and watch TV the rest of the night and I wont even think twice about what's happening around me. Everything I've ever known in my brain has been sucked out of me, and I. don't. care. There's nothing left of the me there was once here before.

Maybe I should stop seeing people that add to this self-destruction. Maybe I should actively try to change course. Maybe I should do a hundred other things. But I'm gonna lay down and lose control and forget it all.

And I don't even care.

ETA: Oh, but no worries. Chris' connecting flight was cancelled. So he's stuck in Chicago. Wheee.