Current mood:

nauseated

that's not nice
Friday.
Packed and cleaned since Emo and I were going back to Uvalde for the weekend for Joc's mom's funeral.
Met up w/ mom at Ingram, we went and saw Slumdog Millionaire at the Drafthouse.
I looooved it.

When I got home, i headed to my apt. Messaged matt that I wanted water since the faucet was brown.
He sent back "haha" which should've been a sign he wasnt coming.
Waited up.
Decided to get water myself,
locked apt,
Kia wouldnt start,
went back upstairs and realized i was locked out,
no one answered phones,
started walking to mom's house.

Got to Flores, got picked up by a cop and dropped off.
I was mad at the world.

Saturday.
Funeral.
Ate.
Slept.


I cant wait for my bday, even though i'm going to be 22.
FUCKING WEIRD.