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i'm fucking stressed. i don't know why i bother. i live for the weekends for many reasons, most of which being the obvious, and then there's the reason that i hate week days. every single day i come home and do pretty much nothing. every so often i'll have somewhere to go or something to occupy my time. mostly i just come home and have nothing better to do so i'll sleep till like eight o'clock at night. having nothing to do puts me in these depressed moods. yeah, i enjoy time by myself, but too much makes me feel left out. i know that a lot of other people, and my friends don't really do much during the week either, but there's never anything to do. i kinda miss last year when i would come home from school and have somewhere to go and gaurenteed that i would hang out with everyone basically everyday. my parents keep fighting and talking about splitting up, over the stupidest shit. and i get dragged into the arguement for skipping school and not cleaning or doing other things that i should be. i just miss the thrill of having someone new and all of the excitement of getting to know each other, because chris keeps calling me. i have aboslutely no feelings for him, but i want what we used to have with someone new. and it seems like this hope is going no where. i'll live.