I'm cracking like a 500 pound hooker's cheap glass heels

I'm tired. Really tired. I might be sleeping in my car this weekend. Not that anyone could care. Not that I care if people care.
The opinons of others are overrated. It's really about you and what you can live with. I just realized I have a fuck buddy. I'm not sure when Scott turned into that and I'm not sure how I feel about it because I never thought I'd be that casual about sex. But what is is and there's nothing you can do about it.