Frust

I couldn't sleep yesterday, thinking of you.

I was awoken by noises outside my corridor. By the commotion, i sense something, something that could pissed me off.

When i was fully conscious, i stepped out of my room and i was so right! That sight totally pissed me off. I've no idea why he likes spending money on unneccesarry stuff. I feel so suffocated! Urgh. Gosh, i cant breathe properly. Every little thing is agitating me. The fact I cant meet you even makes me frust more.

I want to runaway. Fuck.

Yours truly,
saf