and i hate you for making me hate the rain. i used to love it so much; the way it fell and the methodology behind it’s collection…now it just pisses me off and encourages despondence. fuck.

Whose father yells at her for not buying a HUSBAND TO WIFE mother’s day card the second she walks in the door from an eight hours shit -shift (at midnight on mother’s day), subsequently tells her he wished she hadn’t come home and slams a door in her face, then makes HER apologize…on her birthday? Hi, I’m Shannon.

Meep

and then i’m probably going to start flipping shits when my computer starts running slow. sighhh

haven’t slept more than two hours a night all week, can’t focus for peas, and i’m pretty sure the thumping of my headache just startled my cat from sleep.

and me and my dad just got into another one of our drunk-hour altercations. it’s 4am. i shouldn’t be awake…i’m so tired, i don’t even remember what perpetuated the fight, or how it got so bad so fast…shit, i’m so tired i don’t even really remember what i’m typing about. but i can’t sleeeeep. april is turning out to be a real asshole.

my next tattoo is going to be another biggin’

sorry mumski. whatever she’ll get over it, she has two other daughters…

WHAT…a great way to enter the day.

Aaaand my sister is getting ready to go out, and she looks super hot, so I’m feeling even more jealous of her than usual. Meeeeeeep :(

look, i subject my family/anyone who walks in my home to my near naked self on the daily, so you assholes are just lucky all my pictures aren’t at that caliber. quit complaining and just enjoy, dog.

but i can’t find any motivation. bumming me out man