Bloody 'ell
I'm not going back to Taylor and I can't go to Scott and Sarah's wedding. I have no job and therefore no money and no life. My mum is going so far as to search my room when I'm not in it. I'm not going to ask how much worse life could get, because that's tempting fate, but sometimes, you know, I do wonder. And don't tell me my friends and family could die and that would be worse, because at least that might shake me out of this heat-induced stupor. I don't deal well with heat, which is possibly why things have looked so morbid lately. Something about feeling too bloody miserable to get out of bed, let alone try to contribute meaningfully to society.
*sigh*... maybe things will look better in the morning... and maybe I'll hide at my uncle's for another day. Running away is starting to look suspiciously appealing.
*sigh*... maybe things will look better in the morning... and maybe I'll hide at my uncle's for another day. Running away is starting to look suspiciously appealing.