He hit me and it felt like a kiss (yah, it's just a song blurb, asshat.)
I can't fucking sleep. All I can do is kick my legs restlessly
each and every time I think I've gotten comfortable.
And think about past failures that I thought I was over.
. . .fuck this.
That's the LAST time I read old 'diary's' that I find
in a box I'm unpacking.
I don't need this seven-fucking-teen year old angst BULLSHIT
anymore, because I'm twenty-fucking-three and STILL dealing with
angst as recent and unscabbed as 1.6 monthes in age.
So fuck me.
For being retarded, AND an insomniac, AND so fucking emotional.
I'm blaming this on a period, or something. Because it's not worth more effort.
Or so I'd like to force myself to believe.
each and every time I think I've gotten comfortable.
And think about past failures that I thought I was over.
. . .fuck this.
That's the LAST time I read old 'diary's' that I find
in a box I'm unpacking.
I don't need this seven-fucking-teen year old angst BULLSHIT
anymore, because I'm twenty-fucking-three and STILL dealing with
angst as recent and unscabbed as 1.6 monthes in age.
So fuck me.
For being retarded, AND an insomniac, AND so fucking emotional.
I'm blaming this on a period, or something. Because it's not worth more effort.
Or so I'd like to force myself to believe.