That bitch, Ava, is after leaving me with the worst bitch of a headache I have experienced in all my days. Oh, I love her, I do, and that will always be true, but it takes a special kind of bitch to pop a paper bag right next to a hungover person's ear. From what dark depths of malice did she drag that idea!? Oh fuck, I am not in the mood to talk to you people, I don't even know why I started writing this. I'm going to bed. I don't care how early it is. I just hope those damn trees stop rattling my window.