I ate to much today and all I want to do is workout and take a fast shower and finish (start a procrastinated) English project and go to bed. And John is so fucking heated from this fight I’m scared to go downstairs incase they will yell or some shit. But he’s the only one talking and I don’t understand
Like fuck he’s been going for a half hour. Who knows how long before that. But if it was me you know his ass would be shut down. My mom now better not take it out on me when I go downstairs.
All I want is for someone to kick up the ac. It’s gonna be hot now forever it’s time to turn in the air mom.