July 18th. Monday. School again. Uncle was out this morning, blocking my car, and so I took my mom’s instead. The visibility in her car is great, but it’s altogether a more sluggish and noisier experience. So so tired. I should’ve been in bed 10 minutes ago but you know how it is some nights. A thick blot, a thick clot in the heart. Oh, is that a premonition? Not to be a prophetic present. My head is spiraling, growing at the edges. I need to focus.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391