I believe the weekend is ending and I didn’t even do anything. It’s tough. Life. I don’t get it.
I wish it weren’t this way. I wish things were more fulfilling.
The parents are downstairs watching a movie. Should I be nice and stay and watch with them? I’m at my computer in my room instead. I’m usually at my computer in my room.
My job is rather easy. I hope things don’t change too drastically. I hope they like me enough to keep me. I haven’t been challenged too greatly. Maybe they will think they don’t need me and not let me stay.
People. I’ve met long ago.
Mom’s going to talk to me for a moment. We talk a lot. I feel so bad. I don’t know.
I just woke up from a nap to treat some psychosis I was expeirencing.
Now it’s depression.
I don’t know, man.