I really have zero interest in going to my English class today. I had so much fun being alone this weekend that I didn't do any homework whatsoever, and I don't even know what play we're on after missing Friday's class.

I'm in a mood today, now that my family is back. I forgot how much I despise listening to people speak. I threw things in my room, after pinching my finger trying to move my fan. I despise this place -- no room for anything, it's cluttered to hell, and to do things I have to move stuff around to make room.

I just want to stay home and throw all my shit out.

I think this is why I'm meant to be alone. I really just genuinely don't enjoy the company of others, and it makes me cranky.

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