My diary

Dear diary 6

It's 5 in the morning and I'm not sleeping cozily in bed, no, cause I can't have two seconds of fucking peace. I just got here 6 days ago now I'm on my way back to Vegas to do boring shit and I'm just gonna come back here so that is 10 hours of my precious time spent in the car with my family (aka people who think I'm to young to understand their conversation) with nobody to talk to, nothing to do, except think about Andy biersack.

I'm angry