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It's 3:12 am in Houston and I'm back to my unhealthy habit of not sleeping or sleeping too much.
My dad left yesterday morning to Mexico and he will stay there for 2 weeks, sometimes I don't understand why he insists I visit them, if he's never going to be around.
On saturday we went to corpus christi, it took 3 hours to get there. We stayed there for 5 minutes, because it started pouring and we found ourselves in a tornado zone...how typical. We stopped to eat lunch at "wrapped diahrrea" or commonly known as taco bell. It seems that now a days my dad and I cannot have a conversation that doesn't end in shouts. I walked out, sat on the curve and got rained on. I have a cold now. We came back home and slept for the rest of the day. Here I always seem to either forget to eat or sleep, or I sleep or eat all day.
When my dad comes back, he expects me to have my entire life figured out and every goal for the next 10 years written down. Here's a goal: Pretend I have my life figured out so he will leave me alone.
Sometimes I do wish I could stay here in this house forever, mom doesn't talk to me, I pretty much lead a sedentary lifestyle and nobody really bothers me. I get to forget that my apartement door is broken and needs to be fixed, I also get to forget that my friendships are not going as well as they should be.
Well in about 3 hours I have to get up and go running with my brother, or I'll just throw a pillow at him again and make him go by himself, because I need to sleep and keep having that strange dream. In my dream I had ran away to New York and I was drinking coffee with Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, but a phone call interrupted the rest of the dream. I wonder what it meant.
My dad left yesterday morning to Mexico and he will stay there for 2 weeks, sometimes I don't understand why he insists I visit them, if he's never going to be around.
On saturday we went to corpus christi, it took 3 hours to get there. We stayed there for 5 minutes, because it started pouring and we found ourselves in a tornado zone...how typical. We stopped to eat lunch at "wrapped diahrrea" or commonly known as taco bell. It seems that now a days my dad and I cannot have a conversation that doesn't end in shouts. I walked out, sat on the curve and got rained on. I have a cold now. We came back home and slept for the rest of the day. Here I always seem to either forget to eat or sleep, or I sleep or eat all day.
When my dad comes back, he expects me to have my entire life figured out and every goal for the next 10 years written down. Here's a goal: Pretend I have my life figured out so he will leave me alone.
Sometimes I do wish I could stay here in this house forever, mom doesn't talk to me, I pretty much lead a sedentary lifestyle and nobody really bothers me. I get to forget that my apartement door is broken and needs to be fixed, I also get to forget that my friendships are not going as well as they should be.
Well in about 3 hours I have to get up and go running with my brother, or I'll just throw a pillow at him again and make him go by himself, because I need to sleep and keep having that strange dream. In my dream I had ran away to New York and I was drinking coffee with Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, but a phone call interrupted the rest of the dream. I wonder what it meant.