yeah, i’m lazy. yeah, i’m ungrateful. yeah, i’ve had it better than before and still complain. i like attention and hate it at the same time. i used to live with my dad, his maybe-fiancée, my brothers, and her kid. house was literally two trailers bolted together with plywood. it’s not even the worst place i’ve been, but it wasn’t great either. i don’t even know if i want to be understood anymore because the second someone “gets me” i feel like running.