I'm so tired I can't sleep, and it sucks. My mom wanted to smell my breath when I got home. My dad's drunk off his ass. Literally. I have to work tomorrow.
I have really good friends. There's only a handful of them nowadays, but I'm alright. Everyone else I don't even consider a friend. They're really nothing to me anymore. The days are long and it's really hot outside. Almost unbearable.
I know something else that's getting close to unbearable. I'm not doing it next weekend.
I'm going to force myself to sleep now.
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I'm sorry.
Just tell me if and when you don't want to do it, because I'm fine not doing it too.
Today was really good though. =]
I'm sorry last night wasn't.
=/
I love you.
I know we dont hang out much, but I'd like to think I'm still in your handful of friends, since I'd like to not mean nothing
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