After I got home from school, it all went down hill. Charlie threw up on me. I had to clean the dishes again, for about the sixth time in a fucking week, nobody cares to talk to me anymore, and I don't know it's just been a bad day over all. I feel so sick and gross I just want to crawl under a rock and die. Please, some throw me under a rock?
Short post; i don't feel like talking, but yet, i really want to talk.
EDIT:
Getting out of my house made me feel a lot better. I think I'm just going to leave by myself everyday.
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