My mom is talking on the phone and telling whoever is on the other end certain things I said which I never actually said but it made their conversation more interesting and continued it. So apparently I've been depressed and quiet lately, whilst talking about my laundry (something about underwear being in a ball).
So I watched Grave of the Fireflies with time that should've been spent on la tarea. I cried watching it this time around though. And I understand if none of you guys wanna be my friend for being a pussy.