It sucks when you can't find parking from school and you have to park at a place where it takes you five minutes to back to school. Ten if you're depressed and couldn't give a fuck about scurrying along to class. It could be because my period is due or because my grandfather's mental health suddenly took a turn for the worse. I don't think he can recognise me anymore. Or anyone else. He can only speak gibberish, or repeat whatever anyone is saying to him. I had a cigarette last night. I actually hate them. I hate the taste of it, plus, I'm asthmatic. I always try not to breathe whenever I'm around a smoker. But I do it when I'm stressed out; I welcome the discomfort it causes me. I stole a whole pack of twenties from the kitchen. I don't think I'll take any more than that one I had last night. So all you smokers out there will probably lament about all that precious tobacco I'm going to waste. I should get to class. Goodbye.