You Put In, But You Get Nothing Back.

That's how it is usually with relations, and even friendships.
There's always one side that puts in more, and never ever gets the same amount in return, which sucks.

What is a bestfriend? Nowadays I really don't know.
Sad. What is a relationship?
Fuck fake friends. Fuck friends who flake. Fuck guy's who fuck you over. Fuck you ALL. and FUCK THE WORLD.


Anyways, this week has been pretty chill. All I've been doing is working with Glad Rags. Yesterday I went on a errand run for the guys to Fullerton to pick up some shirts. I ended up getting lost cause the place was fucking hidden. Hahah, I eventually found it. Let me tell ya, it's not fun to drive in the rain, let alone do errands, and getting in and out of your car. -__- Yesterday was a pretty long day. I didn't get home till almost 9, I think. That's because I took a little nap at the shop. I fell asleep to Snatch. Hahaha.

Today wasn't all that grand either. But luckily it wasn't raining. I decided to wear a skirt with no leggings. Big mistake. I drove to American Apparel again today to pick up our personal zip-up hoodies. One is missing, so I gotta go back again. I waited there for about 2-3hours. NOT DOPE. I got there around 3. Didn't leave till almost 6. And by that time, there was mad traffic. D: I spent 4 FUCKING HOURS in traffic. I didn't get home till 9ish. The 5south/710-Pasadena/10east/60east were ALL PACKED. It was fucking gay. My friend, Sergio, lives in East LA. I was ahead of him like about a mile, and he ended up getting to my house before I did. LAME. Anyways, I met him and his friends up at my house to go to a comedy show in Ontario. It was at the Improv. First experience at a comedy show, and it was really good. And free! Haha. Too bad I'm not 21, or else they wouldn't have gave us a hard time about me being underaged. Didn't leave Improv till about 12. And now, I'm gonna knock out. :D

Good Night.