Been out for a near-constant two weeks, and I have to face the fact that my high is over. I'm back in a depressive slump and I have no idea how it will last, nor how bad I will feel.
Wisecracks that I should be used to do nothing but cut me down, opposed to making me laugh. I know they're joking, and I have no problem with making fun of myself. Usually. Now I just cry. No more of this friend's house for at least a few weeks.
Sorry for whining. I just need to get out what I feel while I have access to a computer.
My mom and I got into a huge fight, because I called her out on the fact that she was never there for us. My dad wants me to either pay him rent or get out. My boyfriend and I got into our own huge fight, and he broke my laptop screen, which will cost me over one hundred bucks to fix. Everyone wants me to break up with my boyfriend.
Have to go babysit today. I think I forgot something else that I wanted to write here.
I don't know what I want. I don't know anything right now.