Okay...
Home alone for the weekend. Almost. Grandmother is away. Mom is away. Dad's home, but he rarely interacts. I'm in charge of food, cleaning, dishes, everything.
I'm lying in bed right now, typing on Mom's laptop, and it's fucking hot despite the fact that it's March. Really. Fucking March. And it must be 22ºC in my room right now. It's past 3am. What is this fuckery.
I'm lying in bed right now, typing on Mom's laptop, and it's fucking hot despite the fact that it's March. Really. Fucking March. And it must be 22ºC in my room right now. It's past 3am. What is this fuckery.