And the days go on,

The past three days I think I've got a total of eight hours of sleep. I'm got too much shit running through my head, and I can't handle it. Another three days of getting my heart hurt and shattered into a thousand pieces is really nice(: I've never had so much sarcasm in one sentence before. I'm sick of boys and their stupidness, really. Most of them need to grow up, stop messing up their lives with alcohol and weed and just deal with the reality of life. Polluting your body with that junk doesn't make anything better, believe me, I've tried. The past few months that's what my weekends have consisted of, fucking up. It's nice, ain't it.