May 05, 2004 19:46
I'm a slacker.
I'm a jerk.
I don't listen to others.
I wish I was a better runner.
I can't figure out what I'm doing, ever.
I sit in my room and listen to sad music.
seriously, what the fuck happened to me this week? I feel like I'm wasting away. I'm so confused about what to do with everything in my life. Thank god for math and physics, I think they are the only 2 things that I get and are set straight in my life. I got a sixty fucking eight on my history test; thats probably the lowest test score I've ever recieved, and progress reports next week are they? great.
Girls confuse the hell out of me, but what else is new? Why can't I be a person when talking to them? I've felt like such a creep after every sentence I've said to any girl this week. I don't mean to, but it just comes out and I bite my tongue wishing I said nothing. In the case of Freska, well heres all I can do:
I'm sorry, I'm always such a jerk to you and I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I don't know why stupid shit just pours out of my mouth constantly when I'm around you. I want to die after almost every sentence I say to you. No matter how irritated or wretched you think you have acted this week, I have always been more of a jerk to you. I may seem angry at you but I swear I'm not, you're awesome and I never mean any of the crap you've had to put up with. Please understand that Paul is one of the few things holding me together in this world as well.
Why is it no matter how much I train I never get any better at track? nice job flanders, qualified for class this meet with a 4:42 in the mile. I'll race you on Saturday.
If you haven't gotten bored to hell by this yet, you have my congrats because I got bored trying to write it. I've even lost determination...
come save me,
-Biron