I called in sick today. I’m not really ill or something I’m just tired. Exhausted of every little thing around me. Today is september the 16th. Today is the day that Ben has been dead for two years and a day. Today is the day I’m allowing myself to feel fucked up and be miserable. Today I’m going to drink like a 40 year old alcoholic. And Yell at everyone who contradicts me. So for your own concern. Stay the hell away from me.