Okay. I know I said I would begin to post once a day. I lied.
This week has been the worst week of my life. And honestly, anyone can skip this post because it is going to be more of a diary entry than anything else. I will most likely post about London later on.
Coming back from London, Iberia lost my luggage. My luggage had my laptop and basic necessities inside of it, therefore I was unable to make any posts. I know I can do that on the phone app, but there’s something about making a post on my actual laptop that makes me feel better. So needless to say this past week has been shit without being able to complete homework and what-not. But not only that.
My family has been going through a lot. A lot. And I constantly feel like shit for not being home. And I don’t know why, but for that reason there’s so much pent-up anger over that, and that anger inside of me just turns into anger towards them. I don’t know why, I don’t. Every time I see their name pop up on my phone I just get mad, and I don’t know why. It makes me so upset that the world can be so cruel to people who have done no wrong. And honestly, that is no excuse for being rude to any of my family members.
I don’t understand sometimes. This world is so cruel and complicated. Oh well.
Sorry about this lame ass post y’all.