Comic relief anyone?
Yes please. Now I'm at the point where I really don't care. Before I was just pretending, but now I don't for real. I've been settling for second best so much lately with school and all- I guess it would be sad, if I cared! I had a neurologist appointment today. 125-150. Two in the morning, three in the evening and then next week three and three. He even writes in like Arabian or something. Its kinda cool, if he wasn't suck a butt. Not so much him as his nurse lady. Stupid wench >_<.
I want to be at the beach. In the ocean. In the waves. In the water. Right now.
I feel.
Like.
The Puzzle.
Sitting on the kitchen table right now.
I'm a mess. In complete dissarray, and every time I fall apart, which is so often now, I need someone to put me back together piece by piece. Poobetty boobetty! ...I still don't care though. I can't. I can't seem to make myself. Maybe just not tonight. Not now, or not forever.
Well anyway, I have no more insight- it all got dried upped-ed like hopefully this rain!
Oh, by the way, I feel the same way.