I’m watching hockey. I hate sports, what am I even doing..oh wait, the remote is so far away that I would have to put effort in to actually change the channel. This truly is a first world problem
I don’t even know anymore. I’m in that awkward stage of life where I’m lost, trying to find myself. I’ve been caught up in so many things, I’ve been doing everything I said I never would. When will the madness end?
Why do people do things knowing the consequence in advance? I knew if I took that cat nap that insomnia would be knocking at my door by bedtime…the weight upon my eyelids became irresistible. Now I’m blogging at 1am on a school night -_-




