And I can't really say that I care. I just don't know where else to write it.
But hell, here I am, twenty minutes past three in the goddamn fucking morning
, and it's getting lighter outside already (curse Swedish summers!) and I'm not tired at all, which of course isn't helping.
Nevertheless, I know I should make an effort to sleep, since the sun is going to rise in just over an hour, and I don't particularly feel like watching the sunrise. However cozy that might sound. I assure you, it isn't. Not being sleepy sucks. And I even managed to get up before lunch today (yesterday? I don't even care anymore)!
Not to mention I had plans for tomorrow (today?) that were unfortunately cancelled last minute, so now I have nothing to do. And I really need to leave the house, because I can't stay here with only dad and sis while mom is working, because dad drives me abso-fucking-lutely nuts.
Ah, whatever. I'm going to make an attempt at sleeping now. Maybe I'm more tired than I feel?