I am almost completely and 100% destroyed. And maybe that's a good thing I guess. Because then, I can just rebuild myself.

Last year was pure hell. It felt like hell, hurt like hell, and everything just sucked. Nothing good came out of it.

A couple of nights ago, Woody gave me this long lecture. About everything. I wanted to punch him through the phone. I really did. In that moment, I wasn't mad at all. I mean, how could I get mad at Woody?

Woody: Honestly, I don't care if you're mad at me. If you're mad at me, at least I'll know that I got to you and that I got you to think.

After the lecture, we talked about other things and it just went out of my mind.

But the next morning, I remembered every word he said and I was pissed. I still am pissed.

1. I hate that he doesn't care if I'm mad at him.
2. He pointed out the obvious.
3. He told me what I did NOT want to hear.

As well as he knows me, there will always be a few things that he will never understand.

So, basically, I am mad at him. Infuriated. Hopefully, it wears off soon.

First weekend of February, I'm having him, Jacob, and KC over to hang out and drink.

I'm drained. Bye.