i can never sleep as long as i'd like, and i never wake feeling the way i'd like.
too many times i've been told the same thing but i never let it get to me the way it did last night. maybe it's time to make an effort, maybe it's time for people to stop being cunts, maybe it's time to get away from this place.
regardless, i'm nearly completely moved back into my dad's house and i feel good about it. surprisingly.
i'd like to have my shit in order when the sun decides to fade.