You are in the l i n i n g of my lungs.

I slept and I slept and it turned out to only be three hours or so long...or maybe less. Anyway, I hate the dreams I get. They're so boring. OOH, I'M STUCK IN AN ABANDONED BOX FACTORY. Big thrills. Everyone is writing about their damn dreams and I'm jealous. I really am. I mean, why the hell can't I have dreams about weird things? I just have dreams about boring weird things, and then I wake up and I'm all, "What the hell?" Sleep is cheating me of the only time I get to live in my imagination. Fuck you, dreamland. AND! Someone's fucking with my mind! I swear I set my alarm for 6:05 last night, but this morning, it didn't go off and it was turned off...but I waited last night until I saw ALARM ON...so....who's fucking with my alarm?! And then just now, I was folding clothes, and I couldn't find my remote...and I looked everywhere, I did. I turned everything over. But then I couldn't find it... anyway, my sister started to fold the clothes and then she found the remote! It was right in front of where I was standing. WHAT THE FUCK? It wasn't there when I was looking...really, I think I'd fuckin know, because whenever I look for something, I always think, It would be really stupid if it was right in front of me, so I look right in front of me. But I didn't see it. So...either someone is sneaking into my room and messing with my head when I'm not looking, or I need more stupid sleep. Whatever.

Where's that hot guy I pass everyday at school?