It's 3:25 am and here I am regretting my life decisions. Like two days ago I bought a pack of 100 caryola markers. I had to buy two pencil cases. There are still leftovers. I got yelled at by my sister. Why and what is my life. I don't even need markers I'm not an artist or anything. When I go back to school people are going to make fun of me, I can sense it. I hate my life.