Una Bala

Going to sleep early since I'd rather the day end now than later. Why can't people just let others live happily. My mom always has to go around ruining my day with shit about my dad. I don't give a damn about what he might have done, yesterday, the day before or this past weekend. Just let him be, yeah he's a piece of shit dad who only cares about himself at the end of the day. You think I don't already know this? If it really fucking bugs you so much that he goes to San Francisco with his lover, file a complaint to the court, not to me. Don't bitch at me with your "I can't believe your dad [insert activity here]." I guess at the same time my mom is just bringing me back to reality and not letting me float in the fantasy world where I really am happy.

I don't really know why, but this reminds me of the dream I had  where my dad walked up to me and tried to shoot me straight in the head at point blank range but missed. There is nothing special about it but it has always stuck in my mind.

Dreams. I don't have dreams. What is the point of having future dreams when you can't even dream in the first place. I have about a dream every six months. Aspirations? Don't have them either. I mean, my only current goal in life is to graduate from college. My aspirations in life died a long time ago. Every time I make plans for the future, something always goes wrong. I don't want to live the life of a fairy tale but rather that of a horror movie. Life never hands me the happy fucking ending I look for, yet here I am still.