All I wanted was to sleep. I'm riding on 2 hours. I'm depressed. I feel gross and like shit.

And of course they're all right outside my room. My brother was on my laptop without asking. Thanks bryan.

I had coins out everywhere to roll them. So money everywhere they could steal

I don't know these kids. Blah.

My immediate thought when shit like this happens and I'm this unhappy is "I want to go home".

Because this has never been my home. My home is a person who lives far away. I get to go home once a year, more if I'm very very lucky.

Buh. Just gonna finish these blueberry beers and sleep.