Life without you would be a dismal place compared to with

Part of me feels like it won’t serve any purpose. It’s not like he’ll admit to anything.

I did, a few years ago, try to talk to him about how I was scared of him my whole life. He just replied with, “you always had a new TV and VCR in your room. Why are you complaining?”

I’m sure trying to talk to him about the other issues would prove to be just as fruitless.

Idk, what the fuck is making me so fucking exhausted. I’ve been on my iron for over 2 weeks now. You’d think I’d be more energetic by now.

I hate this…dude, I might have to go back to caffeine if I don’t start getting more energy. I can not live like this.

I totally kicked butt all by myself! I came in forth!

On a side note, a customer and his friend were there and I guess were flirting with me. They kept calling me a cheater and a brat. And every time one of them walked by me, he found a way to hit me with his answer sheet. They would poked me with it or hit me on the head with it. Boys are weird!