Insomnia. Killing me softly. It’s 1:40 and I just wanna go to sleep. I hate going to sleep late and whoever wakes up late tomorrow has to go buy donuts with my dad’s credit card. And I don’t wanna do it. I have girl problems
I emptied out more than half of my closet to donate at the Dominican republic because there major POOR and that’s where my dad’s side of the family lives at while I’m in Massachusetts. I guess I have an excuse to go wardrobe shopping. Maybe my parents will let me paint my closet purple?