...augh...
...sleeping, waking up...augh.
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I should probably start cleaning the house again. It's always a fucking mess. I try to clean it... And it seems I'm the only one trying. The males sit on the couch and watch movies all day, or go on the computer, or stand around in the kitchen talking...
...mum uses an assload of dishes every night to cook.
...the guys are just too fucking lazy to clean up after themselves.
I'm getting really sick of it.
So I try and clean it.
...but they always manage to fuck it all up later.
Don't know why I fucking bother.
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Eating's beginning to utterly disgust me. The very concept of it, even.
...which is alright. I can't eat much anymore, anyway. M'always nauseas...
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Worried about my friends.
Sorry I couldn't see them today...
...but my mom's obsessed with this idea that not going to see them is fair. Because they didn't come to our party, I'm not supposed to go to theirs...
... **Curls up.** ...damnit.
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...report cards come out on Wednesday, I think. Sometime next week. I've failed psychology. I don't know if I've failed any other classes... I probably have...
...if it weren't for the fact that most of my sanity is invested in people a thousand miles away from me (ha...hahaha, how fucking sad), I wouldn't give a shit. But they're going to ground me...
...no matter. There're so many other ways for me to vent.
As a result of the report cards--in one way or another--I may miss Nekocon. The effects may even extend as far as Dan's coming home...
Augh.
I wanna puke.
Wasting time here.
Gotta clean the house.
-
I should probably start cleaning the house again. It's always a fucking mess. I try to clean it... And it seems I'm the only one trying. The males sit on the couch and watch movies all day, or go on the computer, or stand around in the kitchen talking...
...mum uses an assload of dishes every night to cook.
...the guys are just too fucking lazy to clean up after themselves.
I'm getting really sick of it.
So I try and clean it.
...but they always manage to fuck it all up later.
Don't know why I fucking bother.
-
Eating's beginning to utterly disgust me. The very concept of it, even.
...which is alright. I can't eat much anymore, anyway. M'always nauseas...
-
Worried about my friends.
Sorry I couldn't see them today...
...but my mom's obsessed with this idea that not going to see them is fair. Because they didn't come to our party, I'm not supposed to go to theirs...
... **Curls up.** ...damnit.
-
...report cards come out on Wednesday, I think. Sometime next week. I've failed psychology. I don't know if I've failed any other classes... I probably have...
...if it weren't for the fact that most of my sanity is invested in people a thousand miles away from me (ha...hahaha, how fucking sad), I wouldn't give a shit. But they're going to ground me...
...no matter. There're so many other ways for me to vent.
As a result of the report cards--in one way or another--I may miss Nekocon. The effects may even extend as far as Dan's coming home...
Augh.
I wanna puke.
Wasting time here.
Gotta clean the house.