I Could Die For You

So much to do. And who decided twenty-four hours was a good number for a day? Really? Come on now. Time is the enemy. It's also money. I hate that: "Time is money!" It's idiocracy! Lunacy! Something-cracy!

So much to dooo. Dooo. Before can I doze off. And wake up at like, 7:45. Argh.

Life is too short.

Too horrific.

I hate people, I really do.

I have so much to say I don't know where to begin.

At all.

I should be in bed right now.

But I'm talking someone through relationship things.

And I'm not very good at it.

And I'm going to start part of this dual-narrative.

Gatsby Xavier. Let's go.

So much for a decent blog post.

Har har.

Adieu.

I love you.