Untitled Because I Can't Think Of Anything For It

Apparently, I guess this is the only place I can post at the moment.
Thank God for Blogger being dead...
<_<

I have no idea where to go now. I can't even type properly without thinking, and yes, that is bad...

Typing is pretty much a natural as breathing so not typing is pretty much not breathing?
Meh I can't really think straight either.

Worst holiday by far though. And it's only been 3 days. A whole week left to go.

I just wished you listened to me once. As not humble or disrespectful I may be, I still do those little things just to make sure you don't screw up in anything. You have no idea how much you mean to me Caprica. And fuck if it annoys you that much, tell me. I'm pretty much influenced by you so whatever you do, it will affect me. Which is why I'm so bothered about you doing it in front of me. I'm sorry but that's just the way I am. I gave you space when you asked for it, didn't I? ='