teeth bared
journaling is lame. lame. Like a horse with a broken leg? I am retarded.
I don't want to play school anymore. Come to think of it, I never really wanted to play in the first place. I try and try and have tried to believe that education is important to me. That having a degree, then a masters or so, means something. Eh, it's a lie. I am a lier. It doesn't mean a spec of dust to a windmill.
Spanish class in 5. 4 minutes. Hmm. pfft.
I am obsessed with his former girlfriend. I am obsessed with everyones girlfriend. I want to know what people do with their girlfriends when they are alone. Even if they are alone in public, out and about. I don't mean sex stuff, I am beginning to understand that bit I think. Moreover I want to know what they say. And how much is monologue or silence. And what they discuss. And if they care.
If you art doesn't cross genders: give up.
hah
I woke up really grumpy. The kind of bad mood that doesn't even require the alarm clock as a trigger. I woke up just before the alarm, shoulder crammed up against cold wall, and could feel the foul-mood-ness in my blood.
I don't want to play school anymore. Come to think of it, I never really wanted to play in the first place. I try and try and have tried to believe that education is important to me. That having a degree, then a masters or so, means something. Eh, it's a lie. I am a lier. It doesn't mean a spec of dust to a windmill.
Spanish class in 5. 4 minutes. Hmm. pfft.
I am obsessed with his former girlfriend. I am obsessed with everyones girlfriend. I want to know what people do with their girlfriends when they are alone. Even if they are alone in public, out and about. I don't mean sex stuff, I am beginning to understand that bit I think. Moreover I want to know what they say. And how much is monologue or silence. And what they discuss. And if they care.
If you art doesn't cross genders: give up.
hah
I woke up really grumpy. The kind of bad mood that doesn't even require the alarm clock as a trigger. I woke up just before the alarm, shoulder crammed up against cold wall, and could feel the foul-mood-ness in my blood.