My arm hurts and i feel as dead as a door nail. I don’t want to go to practice but know I should. Kinda hungry but also tired. I’m even tempted to eat my lunch bars. I just don’t think today is my day. My thoughts and feelings are not ones of happy circumstance. I really just want a nap and wake up to spring break, or maybe the future where all the adult stuff is figured out. I have deadlines and expectations to meet. I can’t end up like hobo Joe because that’s not part of the plan. Even if it’s what I want. They give the homeless homes now, all I’d need is the food. I have to write about technology while using technology how mental is that? I’m tired and honestly, just want a break. Even if it’s a small break, just a break, from something. Everything? Having to think? Having to see pretty people? Math? I don’t know anymore, I’m tired. I want my sweatshirt, my kitty, and my shows. No worries are problems. Just the sound of rain alongside the theme song of sixteen. I love rainy days, I live for rainy days. The temperature is just right and the outdoors never smelled so sweet. Tea becomes desirable and puddles ten times more fun. Rainy days are something to smile about. Even if everything you left outside gets wet, rainy days are the