A History

Bed.

I’m pretty sure my bed has fucking bugs in it or something. I’m covered in bug bites. This is so annoying. I’m seriously considering going back to my grandparents till i go to California even though it’ll be boring as fuck and i hate it. Ugh. :(
Maybe someone would just let me sleep on there couch till i go? That’d be nice. Ashley and Joseph love having me over. Hmmm…

Also, my family apparently do not understand insomnia at all. So annoyed, as if I haven’t got enough going on you want to make me worry about my crappy sleeping habits too? Thaaaaaanks.