I'm so physically worn out that I can hardly even move my fingers to type. It's rest day plus tuition. I need to get my check up done; fuck the check up. Need to pay more than 20 bucks just for that fucking check up. Spend spend spend. I need a job till June 21st. Stop asking 'How've you been?'s; I've been broke, my family has. I don't know if the family has enough money to pay for all 3 years of my education in poly. She's been getting mad at me for trivial-est matters; it's tiring pacifying her. Baby don't always get angry so easily, please?

Nobody understands the hurt
Everything's contradictory
I'm redundant,
I'm redundant,
Yes I'm redundant,
To You.