Just when I think I'm a likable human being, I convince myself I'm not. I want it to be tomorrow and I want everything to be better tomorrow. I want my headache to be gone, I want the people upstairs to stop jumping off furniture. I want you to call me back and I'm terrified you won't.

Seriously upstairs neighbors, you are 22 years old, you don't need to jump off of things at 2 AM.