im drukn

overtired. unmotivated. also ive eaten too much cheese.

my body feels 'out of control' and i feel adrift, passive and dragged around like a balloon in the hand of an idiot.

it's fine.

why do i become so annoying in the presence of my parents?

what fools to consider ourselves merely some adults hanging out together..

why am i suddenly so opinionated.

why do they have as much energy as a 6 year old.

im tired and i need to sleep.

sorry. 

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