Art sucks, I swear.

Let's see. I was beginning to feel a hell lot better yesterday until something happened between me and Imran and we argued like some motherfuckers. I don't know, we were laughing like usual joking about some rubbish and then suddenly bam! Idk if it's me feeling paranoid again because I have this feeling something bad's gonna happened.

Sometimes, it really sucks. Seriously speaking, I can't speak to anyone about Imran. Fyth yeah, but only general things like about that Angel. But other than that, I can't go to anyone. Well, they wouldn't understand anyways that I'm sure and they wouldn't believe it either.
Maybe I need counselling..

He just told me I sounded like myself already last night and he sounded really happy about it. He even wanted to go out with me even tho he was shit tired from work but it had to happened.
My life's so rocking, isn't it?

I'm glad I met him though.

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