Tuesday, December 13
It's days like this when I miss being in high school.
I was used to waking up and following a certain routine and never being bored, always having something to do, but now, since I'm out of school, all I do is just go to work and come home and sit around. I guess that's a routine or something, but I'm always so Goddamned bored, and I never used to be.
It fucking sucks.
I come home every day and see the faces of Boo and Pumpkin lying on my couch, staring at me with wide eyes. It's creepy, but I manage to ignore it. It's difficult, though. It is.
Pumpkin's continuing to ignore me. I can't believe they're still pissed about what happened yesterday. Fuck them. I don't care about them anymore. They could just die, and I wouldn't care. Seriously.
I take that back. I care. I'm a pussy, and I care about Pumpkin and Boo. I don't want anything to happen to them.
Word Count: 166.
- Mood: Mortified