this morning #1080.

this morning, though we’d been told to hurry up, i didn’t have it in me. droop dog dragging ass. last one to crawl out of bed. dawdling while the rest of the family leaps into action. gathers up their things. brings them out to the van. i need a few to gather up my thoughts. then i can move on to my things. i don’t know what the rush is. what the fuss is. trust me. it won’t make a lick of difference when we get there. they won’t start without us. i got dressed, grabbed my backpack & slinked downstairs, thinking maybe i could get out of going. mom would be sad but wouldn’t say “no.” dad wouldn’t care at all but he’d act like he does to save face. never mind. i can’t deal with that drama right now.