Sleep awhile, you must be tired.

Yes, yes I am. Still haven't slept well. But nevermind that.
A long, uneventful weekend is drawing to a close. Had a little birthday soiree for my father, which included cookies, and the delightful alchoholic beverage needed in order to make them.
So my mother saw my wounds, I suppose you would call them. She asked what the horrible mark was, and I made up some shit about scraping myself on a file in art class. I hate to lie, I really do, but I don't want to end up in a mental hospital either. I'm not mental. Just tired.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I just don't.