11/11 Socially Unaware

Does anyone ever know whats going on half the time? I seem to rarely know myslef, I tend to just kinda follow along the way until I pass out and wake up hoping nothing bad happened. It, more often than not, does get bad though. I woudl rather that then have to work with my father again (anyone with shitty dads HMU). There is a feeling I miss when I would cut lawns and listen to 90's rock, not quite grunge, also not quite butt rock either. Like Blurry by Puddle of Mud, or Cumbersome by Seven Mary Three. Something about it reeks just morning dew and hating everything idk.