"Woke up, and I wished that I was dead"
The weather is beautiful outside yet I feel like today is ugly as fuck.
I haven't spoken to Michael all day today. I called him twice and texted him but no response. It's not like him to not answer my calls or my texts but he's been doing just that since Friday. I know he's really stressed out because his friend did such a dumb thing at school which is most likely gonna get him expelled and because he happened to be there when it happened they are threatening to suspend him if he doesn't fess up eventhough I do believe he wasn't involved. I don't even have the energy to explain. Blah... and it's only Tuesday.
Two of my friends told me to watch this show called Brothers & Sisters on ABC so I'm looking for the first season on line so I can watch it. I should be "working" being that I'm at work but that would be the normal thing to do but not me. No not me.
My days consist of waking up, working, video games (currently grand theft auto) and moping around about how pathetic I am. How many more of these days am I gonna go through before I stab myself in the eye with a fork?
~Pris
I haven't spoken to Michael all day today. I called him twice and texted him but no response. It's not like him to not answer my calls or my texts but he's been doing just that since Friday. I know he's really stressed out because his friend did such a dumb thing at school which is most likely gonna get him expelled and because he happened to be there when it happened they are threatening to suspend him if he doesn't fess up eventhough I do believe he wasn't involved. I don't even have the energy to explain. Blah... and it's only Tuesday.
Two of my friends told me to watch this show called Brothers & Sisters on ABC so I'm looking for the first season on line so I can watch it. I should be "working" being that I'm at work but that would be the normal thing to do but not me. No not me.
My days consist of waking up, working, video games (currently grand theft auto) and moping around about how pathetic I am. How many more of these days am I gonna go through before I stab myself in the eye with a fork?
~Pris