ew.

My dad is having sex in the room below me again, and I can't stand hearing...it.
It makes my stomach twist in knots, not that my stomach isn't twisted enough.
I just kinda wish I had no worries right now, this week was a never-ending catastrophe.
One thing after another, I wonder, why does life do that to you?
It's like...it tricks you into thinking everything is fine and going a-okay, then everything just kind of fucks you. All at once. I kind of liked my good streak of days.
But nooooooo, those never last do they?
I think things will get better though, especially since I get my car back tomorrow. I'll feel a little more free and just clear my head, it's what I need.

And it's not that I dislike you, I dislike the things you do sometimes. It fucks me up a little once in a while, but I get over it.
Just call it what it was and we both know what it really was. Whatever, that's how you obviously wanted it/me. But I guess we can be friends, I don't really care.

Even though this weekend was a blur and fast as hell, I really enjoy you guys...
a neat group of kids, just wish we all met sooner, instead of like. Now.
Bah...
goodnight.