Three months, one almost done. It’s only three months. Not really having a great day but oh well. I had plans to go out for the day, but got asked to go out for day like I was committing some serious sin by haveing the audacity to take five minutes to wake up for the damn day. fuck that god damn kid, I aint your parents yet you’re eating my food all the time smoking my smokes, useing my tv and smoking my weed all the damn time, and you still have the fucking nerve to ask me to leave for the damn day after I had allready made plans too.
Fuck off world you’re drunk and you mooched that buzz off me you ungrateful shits.
I’ll just do my three months and hopefully I make it through this.