I wanna go home. Screw the money, it's only going to be used on stuff for school and shit anyways. Sure, I need it, but fucking hell I can't take this anymore.

The sad thing is I'm always so pissed off and just want to go home Thursday and Saturdays but the second I step into my room and lay down on my bed, I rather be anywhere else but home.

Ahh, the "I hate the world" feeling again. Sometimes I really wish I had a best friend like in the books I read. I think that's why I like writing so much, I can make my life anything I want it to be with no compilcations. Damn, I really wanna be a writer when I grow up.