5/10 (friday)

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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.

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