. . .
Today was a tiring day.
I still feel tired from helping with the packages, dealing with the trauma I got from the arguments from my parents..
The truck ride.
I've been sleeping a lot, lately.
Sleeping more in the day, Staying up at night.
I feel my eye sockets slightly hard to keep open.
I'm sorry.
I don't like school.
I don't like my sleeping schedule.
I don't like how I'm being rude.
I don't like how I keep adding to my mother's stress.
I don't mean to be mean.
I don't mean to be rude.
I don't mean to be a burden.
I don't mean to be an embarrassment.
I'm sorry.
Though, sorry won't fix anything.
It never does.
