I know I post too many bulletins... But my prom date! ... She hasn't called me back! Though her mum said she would.
I spent a hole hour playing random depressing notes on a piano...
Always ending in... Dun dun dun.
Feel my disease!
I can only hope this night ends well.
My confidence is draining from me the closer it gets too eight o'clock.
Witch each tick tock a deeper doubt. One hour left >.<Tick>.>...
My brother, I heard his agony... I feel it.
He WALKED across hot coals last night piss drunk trying to be a badass.