F took Ritalin yesterday so he could study.
I just got so mad (he doesn’t know) because I thought he wasn’t into any type of drugs. Mostly, concerned, because I know how he reacts when he doesn’t take his depression pills. Also, because I’ve been working extremely hard so I could see him on Friday.
Yesterday was such an stressful day: I started to work from 3pm-2:30am on Sunday, then went to bed and woke up at 8:30. Then work hard until 9pm. I was planning to go to bed at 10pm, but after talking to him, I was crying all night, until I fall asleep at 2:30am. Even when I had my alarm up to 9am, my lovely brain decided to wake-up at 6am just to cry again.
Don’t fucking tell me I don’t fucking care about him.
My rich aunt just gave me a Coach and a Fendi bag, just because.
I want to be her when I grow up.
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