dude, fuck that.

go ahead and send me away.
I still won't tell you.
I don't want to go.
I don't need to go.
I'm fine, I'm not sick.
She doesn't even fucking know what she's talking about.

I have to miss my brother's birthday because I'm working. I felt bad when he asked why I couldn't get just tonight off. I guess Jessie can take my place or something.

I'm almost seventeen years old and I still can't make good decisions.

I got all my hair cut off.

It turns out I'm real sick. That can't be good. Oh well.

I have so much to do but I can't seem to get started. I don't know where to begin or how to begin. I don't know what to do or how much time I have to do it. Self direction is kicking my ass.

I'm so confused.

Happy 18th Birthday, Dirt!!@#$

I don't understand what I did. I don't know if it was right. I don't know how to fix it if it wasn't. I don't know where I am. I don't know what I'm doing. I just don't fucking know what's going on.