Right now it seems all I know and love is gone, except my beat up guitar and unfinished songs.

Life is becoming very fucking repetetive for me.

As of early september I started living alone since my mother moved to Jordan (middle east) and took my siblings with her, to raise them in a "muslim" community, and I quote "not turn out like me." Don't blame her to be honest, I am the only athiest in the family.
Dad moved away with his new wife cos I refuse to have anything to do with her but he still visits from time to time so it's good to know the love is still there.

Here is a typical day for me:

Wake up and do morning tings.
Go college (alot of the times late.)
Come home and nap for a while.
Waste my time/do some work till I get tired then sleep again.

Apart from weekends and other days off, this is what I have been doing for the past 2 months and I have a feeling this is what this year is going to look like.
I have written almost 30 songs since my parents left, most of them not even finished, and I'm not even gonna finish off what I have to say here cos I'm bored and this is now nonsense.