Because right now, I seriously can’t deal with being at home. Too many health issues, too many personality conflicts, and far too much shit I don’t want to deal with. I don’t care if that makes me sound selfish, but I just don’t want to be here anymore. After New Year’s Eve, I really have nothing to look forward to. Two weeks of boredom and drama and unnecessary shit at home. Really, when can we all go back? I may ask my parents if I can a day early. That’s how eager I am.
In other news, I’m stuck on my novel, so I can’t distract myself with that, and I’m not really in the mood to read, because all the books I have are bloody depressing. I need something light-hearted, and I’m not getting that either. Plus, I have nowhere to go outside my house save the bookstore or the library. Music is giving me trouble because I can’t understand guitar tabs, and the stuff I need to start doing before school goes back in session is not looking appealing either. Maybe I’ll start looking for places to live next year tonight, just for something to do online while I wait for someone to get back to me on facebook.
Yeah, I’m going insane here. And even though I feel bad for complaining about it, that guilt is not going to stop me from whining.