So I'm ready to go to sleep, I get in my bed and what do I see on my ceiling directly above me? A ****ing spider. There are four corners in my room. Only one of them has my bed in it. Why do they always choose the one with my bed in it?!
I just spent more than 2 hours slaving over a hot stove, preparing a lovely 3-course meal for my family...... And then they all take their asses to bed.
When you like someone so much that it turns to hate.
In my case, it went from genuine hate (REAL TRUE hate), to an
accidental crush, then to avoiding, then to sex, then to about $200
of property damage, and then finally to an almost-relationship...
And now we're writing an EP together.
I need to take back control of my life, to be honest.
There are four corners in my room. Only one of them has my bed in it. Why do they always choose the one with my bed in it?!
What am I doing? 
