Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps...
Perhaps, falling awake if that time when you fluuter your eyes and decided if now is a good time to face the day.
Perhaps, it is in the nature of an emo kid to wallow in their own pity.
Perhaps, if that is true than I am most emo.
Perhaps, if our past is an excuse for who we are now, what I did fifteen minutes ago is why I'm a terrible person right now.
Perhaps, Popeye was right, I yAM what I am... and that's ALL that I yam.
Perhaps, if I rearanged yam... I could spell Amy.
Perhaps Popeye meant, " I am Amy," and just got tounge-tied.
Perhaps, this entry is so meaningless I won't post it.
Perhaps, it is not my place to read other peoples journals.
Perhaps, I won't.
Perhaps, this week never happened, it's all a dream.
Perhaps, I will wake up tomarrow and see Zack and Nicole and know that I am loved.
Perhaps, tomarrow I will wake up to find they don't love me anymore.
Perhaps, instead of beating myself up mentally, physically would be more sound.
Perhaps, it's true that cuts heal but memory is forever.
Perhaps, if I spent more time on schoolwork I wouldn't have time to realize how pathetic I am.
Perhaps, if I did schoolwork I might not be so pathetic.
Perhaps, I will never know why God does what he does.
Perhaps, it is not suicide to place myself in a dangerous situation and let life kill me.
Perhaps, God is reading this and it doesn't count....
Perhaps, I should shut up.