Foxbit

Gotta love being a second class friend at best whenever I would literally catch a bullet for you.

I'm tired of acting like it doesn't phase me when supposedly close friends don't remember my birthday. I don't expect anything but a simple 'happy birthday' and still get disappointed every year. Why am I held to such higher standards and bend over backwards just to meet their expectations?

There's nothing quite like getting up to go to the toilet at night and then hitting your head on the way back to bed, then spending hours staring at the ceiling because all fatigue is now gone and you're flip-flopping on whether or not you have a concussion. Has tobe one of my favorite thrill rides