SweetTea's Dear Diary

I'm not like like other people. I don't relate to others. My mind is not boring. Also I think I'm going crazy.

I can't tell the difference between my dreams and reality anymore. I'm worried.

So let me get this straight. You came up to the bar unprepared during rush hour and expect me to make every other customer wait while you decide what you want? Oh and once you finally order you want me to stand here awkwardly while you argue about wh