Today went from good to bad at a startling rate of speed.

I almost got a dog. Almost. 

I only have one friend left (it feels like, at least some times like right now) and I managed to piss him off by calling too many times? What? But it’s ok for you to call me at 3 in the morning and whine about your life while you’re drunk? I forget, you only want me to be your friend when your other friends are busy, is that right? That’s when you’ll admit you need me, am I right? Mmhmm, not that I needed to talk today, and maybe that’s why I called you so much. Maybe you’re the reason I didn’t get the fucking dog. Fuck.