I hate my life.

I'm supposed to start school on Monday, but I know I'm going to fail. I'm going to fail because I'm staying up until between 4 and 8 AM every damned day.

Why do I do it?

Because I'm sleeping in a friend's living room. And he likes to play video games on his computer all the time.

I realize that this is charity, and I shouldn't be upset -- being homeless otherwise.

But I need certain things to live, and since I don't have my own room, I'm going to have to get some goddamned way to get the fucking privelage to sleep at reasonable hours, or for at least more than three or four a single goddamned fucking day. I HATE THIS!

Why does Peter tell me I can say when I want to go to sleep if he continually ignores my reminders about some of us having school and trying to get reasonable schedules? Why does he invite people over SPECIFICALLY TO PLAY VIDEO GAMES AFTER ONE AM?

Oh, fuck it.

Who am I kidding? I'm overstepping my welcome here and he's just trying to be subtle.

So ... I'm going to guess that I'm pretty much going to vanish off the internet for a good long while again. I'm looking into homeless shelters and programs for no-income students -- that kind of thing. Fuck.

I miss sleep!