- Might as well.
- November 11th, 2010
Since I feel like writing every second of my day, and am not satisfied with finishing things, I guess I'll write something here as well.
It's getting colder, and my room remains the freezing point of my house. Everything hurts as soon as I wake up, even if I wear a hoody and am cocooned in my comforter.
Everyday is pretty much the same. I get up, have to clean the house and babysit the damned dogs, and wait forever until I can stop feeling rage build up.
I hate being alone in the house, even with these stupid dogs. I wish my friends could drive and kidnap me and take me places. Then again, what friends? Haha, kidding :P
Well, this isn't as exciting as the stuff I want to write, but none of it is about my life, so meh. Out.