:(

I'm pretty sure the water outside my window is leaking again. Last night the carpet was a little wet, and this morning it was very wet.
My dad and I argued this morning.
When we weren't arguing, I said, "Dad, sometimes I really hate life."
And he said, "Me too."
I felt like, for once, we were really honest with each other, and we had some basic connection.
That would figure, connection through misery.

Everyday seems more worthless than the last sometimes...