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I clicked the update button with the intention of writing an entry, angsty and over-tired.
But, after hearing the words to a song, I managed to stop myself.
" Well I never pray, but tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now "
I really do have no reason to feel the way I do.
I have been enjoying myself lately.
On the weekends atleast.
The last week or so of school is always this way though, I suppose.
just waiting and waiting, I have been in the same grade since July. too long too long.
I can never write anymore, or I do write, but I end up just throwing it into a drawer, and filling this page with stupid banter.
I have ceased to exist? I feel absolutely nothing. the words are out of me.
The smell of my nail polish is nauseating. I should just pass out now.
" Kelsey, what do you do afterschool?"
"Sleep."
" Only depressed people sleep all day."
... "ok."
I can barely feel my throat.
I sing everyday, 3 hours or more.
practice practice practice.
I'm going to do fine at the show.
I hope.
Yeah.
I wish Karen would get out of my room.
But, after hearing the words to a song, I managed to stop myself.
" Well I never pray, but tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now "
I really do have no reason to feel the way I do.
I have been enjoying myself lately.
On the weekends atleast.
The last week or so of school is always this way though, I suppose.
just waiting and waiting, I have been in the same grade since July. too long too long.
I can never write anymore, or I do write, but I end up just throwing it into a drawer, and filling this page with stupid banter.
I have ceased to exist? I feel absolutely nothing. the words are out of me.
The smell of my nail polish is nauseating. I should just pass out now.
" Kelsey, what do you do afterschool?"
"Sleep."
" Only depressed people sleep all day."
... "ok."
I can barely feel my throat.
I sing everyday, 3 hours or more.
practice practice practice.
I'm going to do fine at the show.
I hope.
Yeah.
I wish Karen would get out of my room.