I can’t sleep. No surprise there though, I guess. I slept for a couple hours, but I kept waking up and around three I couldn’t fall asleep again. I hate waking up to an empty house. Part of me loves being alone, it’s calming and I don’t have to worry about stepping on anyone’s toes if I’m playing my music too loud or walking around in panties, but another part of me hates it. I hate that I start to feel lonely. There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely and I’ve seen both. I’m okay, though. I really am. Tonight’s just a lonely night I guess.
being an angry crier is the worst because people either feel bad for you or they think they won. like no. i’m gonna punch you in the jaw. i’m just crying i’ll still knock you down a peg.
team i can’t do math for shit but i can write a 3 page english paper in less than an hour