It's Alfred's birthday today... the 22nd. He's 23. It sucks so bad that I can't be with him on his birthday and I just have this feeling that he's going to go out tonight and get wasted and it will make me feel kinda eft out and forgotten about. But really, I'm just selfish that way... I mean, would you want to sit at home on your birthday and talk to me on the phone?
See, thought so.
We had a fight last night. It was lame as ever.
I seriously need to think about a lot of shit concerning me and him though.
Oh I dunno.
Is it possible to love someone too much? Cause I think I do.