Come hear the voices in my head, they say you wanna hurt me and they want you dead.

[aproclivity]

So yeah, I hate everything. Headaches are made of fail. They just are. I'm so tired of them. I just want them to go away. Tonight I go in for my sleep study, which is at 7:30 so first of all FUCKING MADE OF FAIL. I go to bed at like 5:30. So, I'm taking my ipod and benedryal and hoping for the best. Also, I hate how my family leaves everything to last minute. We're being inspected tomorrow by housing, and so at the moment OMFG CLEANS BIG DRAMA. Me: "...die." Seriously, I got like three hours of sleep so I can do this fucking thing and Kim is not in the mood for anyone's bullshit. All I wanna do is curl up and just like...die or something. Grr.