missporcelain

July is looking to be one fucking hectic month (am already running out of space in my huge-ass organizer that I've taken to carrying with me everywhere), and it's not much fun. I know I'm always guilty of packing my days to the hilt and then complaining, but the whole point of packing Day 1 is so that Day 2 is completely obligation/travel/money-free. And for the life of me, I don't see this happening anytime soon.

Anyway, it's a quiet night, tonight. My vision is blurring as my eyes slowly dry out from over-wearing my contact lenses (as usual), and the same song is playing on repeat. I can literally feel myself being sucked into a vortex of depression and heartache but here I am, glued to my seat while my possessed iTunes mercilessly plays on.

I need to stop fucking listening to that song before I drive myself completely batshit crazy. :(


If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it?