My breath smells real bad.
I can't sleep anymore. It wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't so lonely and boring. I wish there were crazy fun activities from 12-6am. The weirdest time is 5am. I get all weird and crazy and can't tell if I'm going insane or if I am actually sleeping and I start thinking there are giant bugs crawling on my ceiling or something and then I smoke. Then I get paranoid that my lungs are going to turn black all of a sudden and I will start wheezing and spitting out blood and little black chunky pieces of my lungs.
All I do is stay up all night and then sleep until 2:45pm and wait for Tom to come home from work and come over for a little while. I feel like one of those commercials or tv shows where there is a loser sibling that lives in the basement that droped out of college and now all it does is lay on the couch and eat cereal in their underwear and sniff their armpits to see if they smell or not while wiping milk off their chin.
My parents are weird and confusing and telling me not to get a job until I decide what I wanna do.. shouldn't they be saying the opposite? Sometimes I wish I had parents that yelled at me and told me to go get a job or they are kicking me out of the house. They support my bum ways. I want a 9-5 mind numbing job that I don't have to think about once I leave. Even though I like make-up(and am good at something for once) I don't want to work at the mall with guidoy people talking about versace and going tanning.
Sometimes all of a sudden the insides of my ears get real cold. Am I dieing?
All I do is stay up all night and then sleep until 2:45pm and wait for Tom to come home from work and come over for a little while. I feel like one of those commercials or tv shows where there is a loser sibling that lives in the basement that droped out of college and now all it does is lay on the couch and eat cereal in their underwear and sniff their armpits to see if they smell or not while wiping milk off their chin.
My parents are weird and confusing and telling me not to get a job until I decide what I wanna do.. shouldn't they be saying the opposite? Sometimes I wish I had parents that yelled at me and told me to go get a job or they are kicking me out of the house. They support my bum ways. I want a 9-5 mind numbing job that I don't have to think about once I leave. Even though I like make-up(and am good at something for once) I don't want to work at the mall with guidoy people talking about versace and going tanning.
Sometimes all of a sudden the insides of my ears get real cold. Am I dieing?