give me just one second and ill be all right
surely one more moment couldnt break my heart.
im thinking that maybe school shouldnt be so...routine. i mean, i practically spent monday tuesday and wednesday in ross's car. and my goodness, did i miss the freedom of being anywhere in this goddamned city that i pleased. but still i felt the absence of my boy. the pain never goes away. i thought that maybe a day in saint augustine would make my heart stop throbbing, but pain follows you everywhere, and im starting to grow used to it. i live for fifteen minute phone calls. and between that is work, and class, and sleep, and the occasional moment or two i enjoy with my friends.
but im not too too sad. which is nice. i like the way i dont cry all that often. maybe its strength. or hope. something to that effect.
if only i could get through this.
but i like the way jess wanted me to teach her how to break it down on a chair. in fact, jacking ring pops from the do gooder's with imani was better, still. well. mrs leakes closet, really. and i guess its okay to make an ass of myself on the afternoon bus as long as kirby makes terry shiavo greeting cards.
ive seemingly abandoned el jay. i dont know why, but im too antsy to write things down lately.
and next week, a trip to almost-Callahan. ive never been to a correction center. but how different could it be? yeah. so thats not pathetic.
hypocrites surround me. i like the way that i can admit my sins. i embrace them, actually. its amusing to shock and awe people, because most of them are idiots.
"and even though we ain't got money,
im so in love with you honey,
and everything will bring a chain of love,
and in the morning when i rise,
you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
and tell me everything's gonna be all right"
yeah. thats it. things are gonna be perfect soon.
im thinking that maybe school shouldnt be so...routine. i mean, i practically spent monday tuesday and wednesday in ross's car. and my goodness, did i miss the freedom of being anywhere in this goddamned city that i pleased. but still i felt the absence of my boy. the pain never goes away. i thought that maybe a day in saint augustine would make my heart stop throbbing, but pain follows you everywhere, and im starting to grow used to it. i live for fifteen minute phone calls. and between that is work, and class, and sleep, and the occasional moment or two i enjoy with my friends.
but im not too too sad. which is nice. i like the way i dont cry all that often. maybe its strength. or hope. something to that effect.
if only i could get through this.
but i like the way jess wanted me to teach her how to break it down on a chair. in fact, jacking ring pops from the do gooder's with imani was better, still. well. mrs leakes closet, really. and i guess its okay to make an ass of myself on the afternoon bus as long as kirby makes terry shiavo greeting cards.
ive seemingly abandoned el jay. i dont know why, but im too antsy to write things down lately.
and next week, a trip to almost-Callahan. ive never been to a correction center. but how different could it be? yeah. so thats not pathetic.
hypocrites surround me. i like the way that i can admit my sins. i embrace them, actually. its amusing to shock and awe people, because most of them are idiots.
"and even though we ain't got money,
im so in love with you honey,
and everything will bring a chain of love,
and in the morning when i rise,
you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
and tell me everything's gonna be all right"
yeah. thats it. things are gonna be perfect soon.