Don't you know how hard it's been?

First of all, I'd like to talk about how Trevor can be so stubborn. He's always too busy worrying about my happiness. I can see me sucking all of his happiness away, but he's in denial. Today, he hurt his ankle. He says that it's swollen and hurts even though he's had ice on it since he went to the nurse during 4th period. It's fucking 4:00 and he still hasn't talked to a doctor.

Second of all, dogs walking in on weird things. What would you do if your dog walked in on you masturbating? I highly doubt anyone wants to know how I came up with this topic of conversation, but if you want to know, just ask.