i brought myself upstairs, i was tired. i wanted to sleep. i didn't understand what was wrong because normally im a night owl. but i cant see why all of a sudden i sleep so much, or why i cant exist the way i want to. or why i hate everyone as much as i do. i guess im really dramatic, but its ok. i can see why people wouldnt want to talk to me or be friends, because i get to be too much sometimes, but its all fun and games until i die.
