i didnt feel good

and picked up the kitchen cloth, one of them, and didn't see how it was in a way, but who cares

i wanna be out, but i have so many blackheads; i don't like my parents always thinking about me not hitting the wall that bad and then getting very mad; besides compare my pictures; if i leave they won't know what i do, which is nothing

what about my online problems, do i have any, maybe maybe not

i'm serious; nothing just happened; they went back to their old ways and i can't keep myself from running into shit