I Should Be Asleep

It is 6:01 a.m., and I should be asleep. Why am I not asleep? I don't know. Actually, that's a total lie. I do know why I'm not asleep. I am not asleep because it is summer and I have little responsibilities right now, so I never have to go to sleep at a certain time, or wake up at a certain time. That may sound lovely, but it isn't really. I mean, to a certain extent, it is, yes. However, in this situation, on this particular day, it isn't. My mother is going to wake me up in at least six hours. She is then going to demand that I go to Wal-Mart with her. I will be tired, and therefore, I will look less than pretty on my grand Wal-Mart adventure. What if I see someone I know? That would be so upsetting. Hmm. I can't very well fall asleep now that it's light outside. I should have taken sleeping pills, eh? Well, let's see what happened today... or yesterday. Or yesterday and this morning. Yes. Okay. So when I woke up yesterday morning, it was because my mother was informing me that my sister and brother in-law were coming over to visit with their dog. My sister, who I used to get in fights with every day when I lived with her, is a very lovely person. I feel like an awful person when she visits, because she usually angers me. But I once told her that I wished some very awful things would happen to her, and even though it was many years ago, and she's probably forgotten, I feel awful for being awful to her after saying those things. Anyway, she hardly ever gets to see me, so I forced myself to get up and talk to her, just in case she slightly remembered those things I once said. She left eventually. I played the Sims. I went on tumblr. I made a video of myself talking so I can watch it later. I texted my friend who bought a dress that was cheap. I texted my other friend who I was once in love with. He's been angering me quite a bit, but he is convinced that no one likes him, and wouldn't it be awful of me to tell him that I'm angry with him in a time when he is already upset? It would. Even though he doesn't quite refrain from upsetting me more when I'm upset. But perhaps he just doesn't understand, and perhaps I should just keep being there for him. I watched The Phantom of the Opera. It was lovely. And intense. And the music was nearly perfect. And gosh, I'm tired now. Goodnight, people who may read this. Or shall I say, "Good morning!"