Makes the most retarded rules in history. Seriously, it doesn’t matter that I have problems sleeping or am tired all the fucking time, I still have to be up before the damn sun comes up and do absolutely nothing. It didn’t matter if I sat and stared at a fucking wall for hours, just as long as I’m not asleep.
And the bitch wonders why I’m always so tired, and dads no help at all. He thinks I should be to, because his ass could go days without sleeping and he’d still be fine. I mean, jesus fucking christ, it’s summer.
Buh, whatever, I’ll do it anyway.
I just wish she could understand that just because I sleep a lot, that doesn’t mean my brain is actually getting a lot of fucking rest. I still have horrible nightmares and am always tired. Then I have headaches from hell if I don’t sleep when I’m tired.
Then she wonders why I’m always grouchy / irritated.
I wish I wasn’t tired all the time, because then I’d be able to work on stuff like drawings without stopping or dozing off.
I’m just at a loss at what to do.