having plans to see someone youve missed and wanted to be with for over a month. having your car perfectly fixed for two weeks and the day you get paid. the day before you are to see them. and spend every waking second for the next three days by their side. the day you are so pumped. so excited. so happy. to know you are only a few hours from booking it south to see them. and you go out to the parking lot while you're on break at your double shift at work, to go to the bank and get gas...and your breakline is busted. and your car is once again in the shop...

the day before you were supposed to see the person youve only seen three times in the last three months.



miserable. no way to see him. hate this. all of it. -curls in a ball and screams- no art for a while

fucking OBVIOUSLY