take on me.
I thought I had things figured out. But apparently, I fabricated situations in an attempt to make sense of everything. I'm basically delusional and paranoid. I think people at work talk about me while they're standing together. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get fired. sucks. i need that money right now. I think people give me dirty looks constantly. I don't feel like I'm in college. i feel like i'm kind of floating around. it doesn't help that i don't have a definitive place to sleep. i find myself not sleeping more often. i come up with tons of reasons as to why, but i really don't know what keeps me awake. i watched parts of tv shows i used to love when i was younger. it made me realize that things aren't always going to work out for the best. and that i need to stop relying on that falsehood. whatever. i'm not making sense. i never do.
time to write my proposal for school.
i have class tomorrow at 830.
i'm probably not going to wake up.
and that's okay with me.
i need to talk to the people at the museum about curating.
time to write my proposal for school.
i have class tomorrow at 830.
i'm probably not going to wake up.
and that's okay with me.
i need to talk to the people at the museum about curating.