My music is so loud, I'm getting a headache. I'd turn it down, if only I didn't have to hear the sounds coming from right below my bedroom, of my asshole of a stepfather working on his 'train room'. I'd go down and ask him to either stop or some shit, but it's only almost 8, so of course, he doesn't THINK that I wanted to go to bed now, because I'm so fucking tired. Whatever. Fuckhead.
If you couldn't tell already that I'm in a bad mood, then man, you must be dense.
To be honest, I don't even know why I'm in a bad mood. Because I'm tired? Or I don't feel like going to school tomorrow? Or I'm just plain tired of life? I don't know. But I am tired.
I went up to Bellingham with Dad on Saturday morning for a 'reception' for my grandpa and David, and I didn't go to bed until 2ish Saturday morning. Then Saturday night I couldn't sleep because for some reason I have trouble sleeping with someone else [my aunt] on a small bed. And last night I didn't go to bed until late. So now I'm just dazed.
I'm just making the situation harder than it is.
So, Rockboy is starting to text me and sending me messages more often now. I don't know why. He keeps saying things like "I'm always here for you to talk too." I wonder why, and he's just being... weird. Idunno.
Boy, I'm fucking tired.
♥Norie
×Hates×
Violence. Drugs. Alcohol. Insecurity. Summer. Annoying people.