I hate mornings plain and simple. They consist of my brother being lord knows what kind of mood and my mom still not sober from the night before. Its winter time. Its been like 10 degrees outside for the past couple of days and my mom feels compelled to tell me to dress warm. And whats even crazier is that my dad told her to tell me! Because I dont know when it's warm outside! I just hate the stupid baby voices they use to talk to the dog in the AM and I hate all the cologne my brother puts on that smells like caca and then I have to sit with him for 15-20 min in the car while I drive him to school. I hate that I feel like my brother tries to be extra nice infront of my friends so I look like a big ass jerk yet tries to act cool or like a douche in front of his friends. Who arent really friends. Just stupid ass druggies. Ugh