cuidadosllamas

its 4 in the fucking morning and the damn cats won't shut up and my spring break is over and i have to go back to stupid ass school and i still have to do taxes and i can't sleep and i'm very frustrated. and you know what i'm still very sad about and i get misty whenever i think about it? mister rogers dying. did you guys watch? god it was the best show, mister rogers was the sweetest, nicest man ever. yes, he is my most current crush, or more like my hero. i wish my dad could be like mister rogers, instead of just getting mad all the time and turning red and yelling about money. mister rogers could never get mad. i mean seriously, could anyone picture him ever getting mad? now i want to cry. mr rogers is the kind of man where if you are sad you can just curl up in a little ball, and mister rogers would hug you and tell you everything was going to be okay, and you would believe him. i need cake to make me feel better, but there is none, and all the stores are closed and i can't ride my bike to the 24 hour grocery because my bike frame is too big for me and if ride it for more than 10 minutes, i have places hurt that i never knew existed. poop.