Here in this diary; I write you visions of my summer

I AM DAMN FUCKING ANGRY I WANT TO LOCK MY ROOM DOOR PERMANENTLY. STOP COMING INTO MY ROOM TO CHECK ON ME. 1) IT'S THE FUCKING WEEKEND AND I DID WORK IN SCHOOL. DON'T ASK ME "NOT STUDYING?" IN THAT IRRITATING TONE. IT'S THE 1ST WEEK OF SCHOOL. NOT A WEEK TO A'S. 2) IT'S THE FUCKING WEEKEND AND I'M WATCHING BIG BANG THEORY. DON'T TELL ME "MAG, SLEEP ALREADY. 12AM ALREADY SCHEDULE YOUR SLEEPING HOURS." AND AFTER YOU GET NO RESPONSE FROM ME "SHUT DOWN YOUR MACHINE?" REFERRING TO MY COMPUTER. WTF WTF WTF.

I CAN'T DO ANYTHING IN PEACE IN THIS HOUSE ANYMORE BECAUSE THE THING CALLED A LEVELS IS FUCKING UP MY LIFE.