This is me. Fuck off if you don't want to hear it.

I can't stand to be alone. I spent most of my weekends alone in high school, and I've learned that when I return to that physical state, my mental state also reverts.

Being 20 and living back at home with your parents on St. Patrick's Day is the cruelest joke life throws at you. Haha, you aren't old enough to have fun with the rest of the world, so you are stuck in your room doing school work while the rest of your friends are at a bar or house party getting wasted. This combined with the week I've had, does not put me in an awesome mood.

Hell, I'll be honest, in case you couldn't tell, I'm in a foul disposition. Don't bother talking to my Irish self tonight.

P.S. I'm listening to matchbox20. That should be your first clue. If it wasn't a tip off, then maybe you don't know me.