My sleeping schedule is screwed up, along with my mentality and my lack of sympathy for the people around me. What, you're behind on homework? I don't care. You're failing? I laugh. You're depressed? Me too.

I desperately need to shut out everyone and sit in the tranquility of my room. I imagine myself on a island made of warm blankets and soft pillows with an infinite amount of fluffy socks—where teachers don't exist, and if they do, my island will have guns so I can shoot them and laugh while they scream in pain, all the while I will say, "Now you know how I feel with you in my life, bitches."

At this point, I'm completely demented.