Open on a Sunday morning, wake up from a night of unrest. Quickly get ready. Noah’s Bagels. Starbucks. Okay, that breakfast was nice. Milk. Work and field the trickle trickle trickle of customers. I wanted to go to the mall. I wanted to be out. Now I’m at home and my head is bigger at the internet and I still want to be out. 5:41pm. Evening. Only 2 hours to dinner. Only 14 hours to tomorrow. Only 1 year to the UC. End scene.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391