wtf is going through my mind right now.
mick just got released from brazoria county. like, and i'm not shitting you, TWO FUCKINNG MINUTES ago. mom is getting ready to go pick him up and i am on the verge of a nervous breakdown/anxiety attack/some other fucked up mental disaster... i swear to god, or allah, or the fucking trees or whatever/whoever you believe in as a higher power... if he doesn't talk to me or touch me, i think i'll be okay but so help me if he says or does ANYTHING to piss me off i'm leaving immediately. i will go sleep on a fckn park bench or under the bridge or something. i hope i don't fuck up. (i.e. scream the wrong obscenity at him or throw something at him or do something else to get me or anyone else in trouble.)
... i can't wait for this weekend. being with josh and michael and jessica (and possibly chris) will make me feel better.
