Sup, fags.
I'm back to bitch and moan about life. Mine isn't terrible, but it sucks nonetheless.
My uncle finally fucking left.
It's a shame.
I was even closer to killing him than before.
But he's out of my life for now, and apparently sleeping on a park bench.
If that wasn't his own fault, I'd feel sorry for him.
Maybe.
But it is. So I laugh.
Seriously.
I'm laughing right now.

Anyway, it's the first day of a 3-day weekend. Thank god.
I hate the people at my school almost as much as I hate my uncle.
Almost.
But I can handle them.
For now.

But my sanity is still completely intact.
So I won't be doing anything insane.

Anyhow, I'm off.
Later, fags.