I hate indecisiveness like with a passion. One day he's nice to me.. the next he's not... just fucking pick one and stick with it.
And this really has fucked my writing mojo, I haven't wrote anything for the book or hitrecord in two weeks. I've been working the last couple of days and blogging just fine but I can't focus. That pisses me off. And I woke up in a great mood. He irked me. I get that he's tired... but uuuuggghhhh I just don' know what to fucking think.
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