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I'm sitting here, alone, on my bed with these pink sheets and I have no idea where they came from. They're bright and obnoxious, the color of a gogurt sunset, and clash with everything else in my room. (note to self: clean the damn room) Wondering what I'm going to do for the time being. Mom's still asleep and the house is eerily quiet. Cold, too. It's always cold. Maybe netflix is the answer. It always seems to be.
Hayden's computer won't turn on for reasons beyond me, so I can't work on any school work. Oh yeah, I'm doing classes online now so I can graduate before I'm 19, because, frankly, I want to get the shit out of the way. Now I just need to get my license and a job so I can help pay for car insurance and get a tattoo and buy my own things on my own time. Growing up is a slow process sometimes.
Hayden's computer won't turn on for reasons beyond me, so I can't work on any school work. Oh yeah, I'm doing classes online now so I can graduate before I'm 19, because, frankly, I want to get the shit out of the way. Now I just need to get my license and a job so I can help pay for car insurance and get a tattoo and buy my own things on my own time. Growing up is a slow process sometimes.