I hate being one of the two drivers in my family. I also hate that my time is being fucking wasted. I have homework to do, several long readings and a discussion post due tonight. my mom tells me that I just have to wait "a bit" for her, but it's been nearly an hour and a half—I could've been halfway into my chapter by now. and I gotta be on call to pick up my brother from the train. even if I didn't have things to do, I still want to enjoy my weekend for once. a rare weekend where I'm not neck deep in grading

just saw a kid purposely kick a ball high into a wall so that it bounced back into a bunch of tables with trays of prepared food. and then walk away, leaving the ball there. the dad was literally there and didn't say anything. what the hell - how the hell are people raising their kids

being raised a catholic is so fucked, man. the catholic guilt is so embedded and mars so many things

so fucking stressed this week...decided to check back in with my therapist lmao and being SO sleep deprived on top of that makes everything worse!! literally hate everything so much AND my classroom is so cold that it feels uninhabitable

it's so fucking disappointing when i text in group chats and no one responds. i get that everyone's busy, but they're also constantly attached to their phones, so how does it makes sense that i'm messaging every day for like a week with zero reaction. like damn, sometimes i feel like i'm the only one putting work into maintaining connections - would it kill people to just update once in a while. maybe it's cuz some people prefer hanging out in person, but then i find out that they text just fine individually and it's like </3 ok, got it. idk, i'm just a communicator!! which is why i made this blog so that i talk about stuff into the void

I HATE WHEN MY CAR DOORS ARE SLAMMED...hurts my soul. also, my parents borrowed my car for errands and now it smells bad. i'm so sad about it. maybe i just need a nice bath to calm down