The tired blog

I'm tired of working, I'm tired of having to get up in the mornings because I have to pee, and I'm tired of not being talked to about the problems people have with me. I feel like I'm in kindergarten and everyone hates me because my piece of watermelon is a bit bigger then there's. But it doesn't matter, nothing matters. I wish I could just die sometimes and eat my watermelon in peace. Everything is too ridiculous to keep up with anymore, and need to clean Jeff's room.