I'm sleeping on my bedroom floor tonight. Miserable, frustrated, lonely. Things will get worse. They'll get better then they'll get worse then they'll get better then they'll get worse. I know that this is not the worst moment of my life. That has happened yet. One day I'll have the worst moment of my life and I'll wish I was back on my bedroom floor. Lonely. That's a depressing thought.


Merry Christmas!