With every new day comes a new fucking reason to feel like shit.

It breaks my heart I can’t be there to celebrate your birthday this weekend. I’ve been going crazy debating how I wanted to surprise you this weekend but it just kinda doesn’t work out I guess. I wanted to fly you down here but I figured it was a dumb idea because you have work and school and all that so its just pretty much pointless. And going up there, I don’t really want to bother your family and I’m pretty sure you’ll be busy anyways. I guess I just feel disappointed in myself because I can’t do anything to make your day special, at fucking all. And I guess it just makes it worse that I haven’t seen you in so long.. I don’t know. I feel so disappointed in myself.