We couldn't feel the shotgun hit the floor...
Driving home from my dad's house was intersting. I felt dead, like I wasn't really driving, I can't explain it. It was all surreal I think. I've been feeling dead lately. Part of it could be because I'm so sick all the time. Which brings me to another thought... I wonder how imbarassed my parent's are to have such a ill child. Ill in many different ways. I don't know, I know I wouldn't enjoy it. Oh well I can't do anything about it. I really need to sit down and write Tree a letter, I wrote her before but I just never sent it out. Maybe I'll send her the old one and also write her a new one... we'll see. So tomorrow, I have to drive to my dad's work right after school because he gave me his credit card so I could fill up my car, and he needs it tomorrow so I've gotta get over there. Then I have guitar lession which I'm so excited for! Nerea wants to workout. I don't know what else, my days seem so full of shit to do yet it seems like so little. Like I don't have time for anything, but when I look back at the things I did throughout the day it seems like I didn't accomplish anything. It's quite annoying if you ask me. I need to get to bed, but I don't wanna, I'm scared to go to bed because I know throughout the night I will be up coughing and shit, and I don't want that. I'd rather sit here coughing then to be woken up. If that makes ANY sense... which I'm SURE that it doesn't. Oh well it makes sense in my little head. I don't know if tomorrow is a A-day, or a B-day...? I think it's a B-day... but I could be wrong. How fucking pathetic can you get, I don't even remember what happend on friday!?!?! I just don't want to be anymore, I hate this... everything about me. Need's to be killed. Anyways I'm gunna watch a movie or something I think