I woke up thinking today would be a great day; everything fun and planned, but as usual nothing of my days go as planned unless I do them. It has become beyond me to care anymore because its like I expect bad shit to happen like an everyday thing, bad shit or nothing at all. My dad and I were getting ready to go as we were having lunch, but afterwards he needed a nap so he wanted me to wake him 30 minutes later. I tried to wake him 15 minutes later cos I myself took a nap after thinking I had nothing else I absolutely had to do. While time passes I dream about cool things and what not. I wake up and run to wake him, but he stays in there 30 minutes longer. His excuse was that you can't do anything on Sunday...so why didn't he tell me that before he set me up for disappointment? I actually thought today would be at least something different from other days...nah, its just like everyone says. You get forgotten when you get older. That's about it.