I don't know how these fake-ass people find all my personal information.
I slept from 2 AM last night to 3 PM today.
I have to study lectures for computer programming, get a job in biotech that I don't want, and work on my portfolio, an app with one other guy.
Duties suck. Because a duty is a thin that isn't important that you don't care about.
Strict definition of a duty. Fact.
My mom is sitting with me in my room. We're talking about clothes. Cotton. Rough fabric. Linen.
It's never quiet. It's always tense.
I have no reprieve.
Who dun wut?
Lulwottermelon.
This is stupid. I don't see this helping.
I have a bunch of presents to wrap for my brothers and mom.
I can't believe I call her mom now.
G.
All the neat tricks.
I've lost interest in life.
Nothing is interesting anymore.
Reading is a chore.
Why do I have to do things I don't want to do.