I'm just so tired all the time. No motivation. No nothing. Why can't people leave me alone? Why can't they listen? There's a reason why I prefer books to actual people sometimes, you know. There's a reason why I talk to myself, and there's a reason why no one really hates me.
Well, guess what. I can't be bothered. I can't be bothered to do anything at all. Most of the time I just lie somewhere, mostly on the sofa or something, and stare off into space and see if anyone notices me.
Apparently I'm as invisible as glass.
I lay on the sofa right beside my brother and father... for about an hour. Never noticed me.
Isn't that just great. Oh and I also hate my CCA TTM. Seniors. -.-
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