today i don’t know what to do with myself. saturdays fuck me up. everyday is like a saturday for me but the real saturdays are different because everyone else is around chinatown styles and i’m like oh hey we are the same today and it’s just, different, but special. like during-the-week-saturdays, people kill to hang with me but real-saturdays they’re like, see ya!
and no i’m not talking about anyone in particular i’m talking about EVERYONE in particular. it’s mostly my fault kuz i never make plans and never want to make plans i wait for plans to happen to me so fuck that no more.
