I don’t know why, but I feel like my eyes are super heavy and any minute I could just break down and cry.
There’s no specific reason I have to cry, it just really feels like that’s going to happen.
Maybe it’s knowing I’m an adult now. Maybe it’s the fact that I had to leave my girlfriend because I moved hours away. Maybe it’s the fact that I have so much to do this summer instead of just relaxing. I don’t know. Not like you guys care anyways. I think I have like two followers that pay attention to my posts anymore.
“I have three things I’d like to say today. First, while you were sleeping last night, 30,000 kids died of starvation or diseases related to malnutrition. Second, most of you don’t give a shit. What’s worse is that you’re more upset with the fact that I said shit than the fact that 30,000 kids died last night.”—Tony Campolo
So my mom’s boyfriend is taking my mom and two much younger brothers to a Reds/Nationals game. And I wasn’t invited.
Now everyone including my mom is bitching about not wanting to go to the game. And I would have enjoyed rooting against the Reds. I like going to baseball games, but I hate playing it. My point being that I wouldn’t have been bitching about going.