We’re experiencing a fire issue. This is no drill. Stop fucking blaring that thing you call music. And stop, for the love of God, honking your horn numerous times. You’re not cute.
"Give her jewelry."
What the fuck? How the fuck is that intimate? I’m sorry for the language, but honestly?
My Friday night is spent doing homework.
Now that I have all of my stuff back, I’m thinking a bonfire is in order.
Who wants s’mores?
Well, more like a friendship.
But I couldn’t continue. Our friendship was hurting my relationship with my boyfriend. Our friendship was hurting the relationship with my mother and I. Our friendship was hurting both of us.
He was suffocating me and I cracked. I couldn’t take the control.
I miss him, but I know both of our lives will be better like this. And I feel like a horrible person for saying such a thing, but he wanted more and I just couldn’t give more.
Stop waiting until the last second to do your homework. This “lack of sleep” thing is killing me.
I keep turning my alarm clock off in my sleep. Over and over. And I keep almost missing my classes.
Well, today I missed a class.
Two classes to be exact.
I need a new alarm clock that scares the shit out of me.
Alright, I’m going to stop typing like that. But I am leaving now at this ungodly hour of seven AM. I think we’re driving for about 9 to 10 hours and I get half…so that leaves me with 4.5-5 hours of DRIVING.
Yeah. I’m pumped.
That’s what it has been like for me these past few days with my mother. Everything I do is wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Let’s see what I have done wrong lately:
I can’t stand this. I really can’t. And, yes, I know, it could be worse. But I’ve been dealing with shit like this for the past 18 years. I’ve had it.
I want out.
Sorry for the rant. I needed to let it out somewhere.