i'm disliking the scent of my underarm deodorant. how silly is that?

no sleep last night. mom took my sheets off so she can wash em and i'm too lazy to replace them so i sleep on this funky shaped pad that mom bought for my back a while back. it's made out of foam.

i'm still not feeling well. it's like a two-week bug that won't go away, like it decided to make its home inside of me. inside of you, inside of me, inside...

i don't wanna think about it. i want it to be over. it will be over. i can't wait to get out of here and get into Florida.

Found out last night that my brother's on cocaine.