i know there's no point in crying,

but i couldn't help but throw a little fit

when i found out my mom was working late.

this is my last day home for another month

for goodness'sake.

if only she had told me this morning, i would have taken my dad's

car. then i wouldn't be stuck at home all day.

what the fuck. i hate america for this.

for making it so that leaving the house is impossible without a car.

"just get more sleep and relax" my mom tells me.

if she only knew what little i did in sweden

she would understand that sleep is the last thing i need.

we don't even have food here.

fuck, i just want to be back in sweden.

it's cold and dark and gloomy there,

but being able to transport myself and being surrounded by friends is preferable

over being alone and lonely in sunny and warm california