Not A Fun Post.

Uh, I hate summer. This is the first summer that I will say I hate it. Well, Summer, I hate you. You know why? Because I was gone for most of June. Learning and being quiet and not understanding and sweating. Away from my friends, away from my family, away from my dad. The only good that came out of June was that I am one year closer to making my alcoholism official and that I learned about who I am. But you know what, I'm tired of asking those stupid questions. Who am I? I don't care anymore. Then since I came back I had to take care of shit. Which isn't a problem most days, but then days like these fuck me over. And I just want to have some fucking fun, but I don't know where to start. Or who to start with. This summer fuckin sucks.

yeah yeah yeah, so then if this summer sucks, why don't you do something about it, you say. I think I have been. Trying. Everything comes out to be a duty. And I'm tired of duties. I'm tired of trying to save the goddamn world that doesn't want to be saved and sure as hell doesn't care a fuck for me. So no. I won't. I spent a week sitting on that couch drinking beers alone. And I swear I asked a million people to join me. But nah, not one. So fuck it dude. I'm drinking tonight and not asking nobody because I know the answers. Only tonight I don't even want to drink, I just gotta get rid of this shit.

Ugh. I guess I'm just tired from work and school and stressed out at home. Need a break from this life.

I hate you Summer. This time I hate you.