(no subject)
i am a wreck.
ive been trying to be some kind of artist.
im acting like i'm part of some lost generation x
that doesn't exist yet. [but it will]
while i sit around thinking up crap
and criticizing everything
and saying i could have made it all so much better\
because i'm SO creative
and cunning
while i can't even finish a goddamn story.
im a conceited asshole.
don't fall for my act.
everything i say, i wont ever do.
i can't follow through.
I CANT SLEEP.
i was lying in bed, thinking that maybe i can't sleep because i'm in love
[because i'm a little girl
and that makes me a victim of credulity.]
but i can't even say that.
i can't sleep because i took a nap in the afternoon.
but my stomach is in knots.
and there's no practical reasoning for that.
i lie to myself.
and i write journal entries like im ee cummings.
go
od
(i can't
sleep;
but i'll
stop
whining;
and go
lie
down)
ni
gh
t,