Listening to: Control - Alexisonfire
I am so tired of this week.
And I am so glad it's over.
I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't seem to remember ANYTHING this week. Not homework, not what time I'm supposed to wake up, not to take my keys out of my own goddamned car.
It doesn't help any when all of my friends write it off. "Oh, well you got to sleep all day yesterday, how could this week POSSIBLY be bad?"
Because I didn't WANT to spend all day sleeping, THAT'S HOW. Christ, don't brush me off just because "Hurrr, she's Katie, she likes to sleep."
Believe it or not, I get pissed the hell off when I sleep past ten most days, so don't fucking put that on me. "Hurrr, you saw Ironman, how could you week POSSIBLY be bad?"
Oh, because one good thing completely validates the rest of the shit I've gone through.
This week hasn't been the most terrible, I guess, but it sure as hell hasn't been fun, and when I say as much, outloud, don't fucking contradict me, because you do NOT know my life as well as I do, so don't try and decide for me.
That pissed me off.
Thank God it's Friday.