Bad habit.

Every morning when I wake up, I stay in bed for a bit and then head to the kitchen.

I check the fridge.

Then the freezer.

Then the cabinet.

And the other cabinet.

And then the fridge. 

And then the freezer.

You get the point.

But because I'm a lazy fucking chud, I usually just don't end up eating. Yesterday I did okay, I ate a fair amount of food, but my health is already pretty bad. I can't remember the last time I brushed my teeth or fully change my clothes, and there's no one to blame but myself.

Ending this on a higher note, my biological father is getting me a laptop soon. Peace out.