I returned, so what?

God,

I am so fucking exhaused.

I am sick of the car.

I feel behind on school work.

I am afraid somebody is trying to avoid me.

And I am embarassed about a shitty experience trying to find a job.

How could this summer start off any better?

Maybe:

If I were puking in the toilet.

If I were puking in my lap.

If I were licking my puke off the floor and chewing on the suprisingly whole hot dog I had eaten a week earlier?

God Damnit.

I have nothing to complain about. I should fucking shutup. Maybe I will go take some decongestants, they always make me feel better.