The Girl Who Loved Tomorrow
today wasn't good. i didn't go to school. too bad. i stayed at home like a bum with no education. i did go to school. when it was over. picked up doug. i took him home. the end. he gave me a poem. it hurts. i just don't know what to do anymore. i wish i did. the poems made me really sad. i'm still kind of sad. i was driving. it was weird. i drove past jon jolly. after talking to him for the first time since the first time i met him. kind of crazy. it makes sense to me. i went to work. it was fun. we did nothing. i got home early. and got on this beast. i've been talking to jon since. he's funny. and stuff.
i think i need to start writing again. i miss it. tomorrow is a special day for me. and just for me. it's like no one else knows why. only i do. that's kind of crazy. i need to write again! a lot of writing please. i sometimes wish i had the special gift to produce special things like doug. or anyone else for the matter. i think i'll write a poem about tomorrow. the special day. it makes me sad to think about it. i hope i'm not all "distant emo april" tomorrow. i really don't think it will happen. but if it does. everyone will make sure to get into my business. i'll kill them. i'll make sure of it. i don't know. it's not that big of a deal. i really should talk to doug. about everything that is messed up. why is things so fucking confusing. i wish they weren't. i wish things would sometimes be the same. or i sometimes wish some things never happened. then i would never have to worry about it.
i'm sorry for the boring life i lead. i'm sorry i'm stupid. shoot me please.
i think i need to start writing again. i miss it. tomorrow is a special day for me. and just for me. it's like no one else knows why. only i do. that's kind of crazy. i need to write again! a lot of writing please. i sometimes wish i had the special gift to produce special things like doug. or anyone else for the matter. i think i'll write a poem about tomorrow. the special day. it makes me sad to think about it. i hope i'm not all "distant emo april" tomorrow. i really don't think it will happen. but if it does. everyone will make sure to get into my business. i'll kill them. i'll make sure of it. i don't know. it's not that big of a deal. i really should talk to doug. about everything that is messed up. why is things so fucking confusing. i wish they weren't. i wish things would sometimes be the same. or i sometimes wish some things never happened. then i would never have to worry about it.
i'm sorry for the boring life i lead. i'm sorry i'm stupid. shoot me please.