Sometimes things make me happy, sad, angry, confused, annoyed, curious, etc. I don't know what I'm saying.
Guys, packing. Like, I have so many little things? How and why?
4 PEOPLE MOVED INTO THE BUNKHOUSE THE DAY BEFORE I LEAVE BECAUSE NO ONE WANTS ME TO HAVE NICE THINGS EVER
AND THEY ARE LOUD
I WAS ASLEEP
ASLEEP, AND NOW I AM NOT
AND WE KNOW HOW I DON’T FALL BACK TO SLEEP AFTER I’VE BEEN AWAKENED. THERE IS NOTHING IN MY LIFE THAT I LIKE RIGHT NOW.
I MAY BE EXAGGERATING BUT IT’S BECAUSE I WAS ASLEEP AND NOW I AM NOT. AND I JUST DON’T WANT TO SHARE A BATHROOM WITH BOYS BECAUSE BOYS ARE ICKY.
3 months later, I still hate packing.
By the way, I’m writing a book.
It resembles a long tumblr post, so opps.
The asshole college kids who moved in just got TOLD OFF.
I just got way too much pleasure out of someone begging me to do something.
Turns out, I’m a terrible person.