• I wake up, and absolutely cannot function. I skip the mornings. I need to stop, it's becoming horribly routine. Someone needs to sit me down and tell me how my life is rapidly going downhill, how I'm procrastinating and not giving a shit about anything, and how I need to start caring about things. I know all that. But I need someone to tell me. No one will, though. Maybe I'm the only one noticing. But, then again, I don't care enough to do anything. I live for the late nights of trying to do something in this bumfuck hell town. I live for this summer, when I'll see big cities, where I'll escape everything here. Goddamn, I think I'll go back to sleep.

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