I sleep in the living room in the house I grew up in. I live here with several other people, only one of which is actually related to me (Nathan, my brother).
"What's it like living there?" After an 18-hour day of school (not a typo), I was ready to sleep tonight at midnight. It wasn't until 4 AM that the tenants decided to stop watching loud television and go to bed.
I don't even know if I wanna sleep anymore. Those four hours were plenty enough time for my emotions to go bad. This is what I get for being a teenager with a shitty life story.