Had a beer. Thinking of slamming that bottle of wine downstairs too. Thinking about it.
There’s so much to dislike about so many people. I just attract the wrong type.
Anyway this house is a prison again. Nothing is allowed, nothing is fun, nothing is good. Not allowed out. Mom wants coronavirus so she doesn’t let me out of the house. It’s super unfortunate.
Um. Yeah that’s about it.
I’ll probably slam that wine downstairs.
As long as the house is a prison, for-fucking sure I will.