try to write it down into a perfect sonnet, or one foolish line.
bad day today. life = not so great now. i'm bored with everything, and just want to sit at home and eat chocolate and write and cry. nothing seems to be working at the moment. it makes me depressed. school = not so great, my grades are not so fabulous this semester which isn't helping me. myself = not so focused....hardcore senioritiss has set in.
i can't seem to deal with anyone either. i've been wicked snappy/mean/bitchy/sobby.
sorry.
yesterday was a boring monday: i went in early and wrote reciepts for aquilla, then to school in which we did nothing in 2 bells (jess logan and i colored), then to the library to do homework, and the ymca to run away my flab. today i went in early and wrote receipts, then went to school boring. then french club....i'm secretary again. oh fabulous. another wonderful activity to be invovled in. i'm not being a very good president of AQ right now. i don't care that much about the homecoming float and everyone's asking me about it. then i went and mowed my grandmothers lawn, and home to eat. bah. i feel gross.
i'm so dramatic. but whatever. you're the one reading this. i'm just writing down what i feel.
Sometimes I think I’m too much for you to handle,
One giant ball of emotions.
Always about me, myself, my problems, my life.
Oh I’m so selfish.
Enwrapped in my own predicaments,
I unconsciously forget that you’re human too.
But I swear to you,
If you’ll just ask, I’m here.