I'm sad, but, in a very weird contemplative type of way.
I'm now going to be subjected to hours of football and baseball with my boyfriend and his dumb ass friends, who for the most part I hate, so JOLLY aren't I?
If one more person asks me why I look so sad I'm just going to punch them in the face. And be like "because your face is so hideous you bastard." I hate sympathy. Ew. I guess it's because it happens to be the only natural human emotion I very rarely allow myself to feel.
Mission of the day: Try not to punch anyone in the face.