Wearing: Cargo shorts, white tank, hoodie.
Hair: Pulled back, moussed.
Thinking: "You have my permission to kill yourself now."
Feeling: Hurt, betrayed, angry. And exhausted in every way.
Talking to: Caps.
Listening to: iPod shuffle: Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying - Fall Out Boy
Watching: The screen.
Loving: The thought of a gun.
Hating: For once, yes. The jerk-wad.
Wanting: Life, in the simplest manner.
Waiting for: Hatred to subside. But who knows how long that will take...
Situation: It's in the blog. But long story short, I got screwed over.