Five'll get you ten, oh, Mackie's back in town
I hate when people have things going on that don't involve me. It happens so often.
I'm still sick. I have nothing to say but even less to do and it's this shower or write my essay...it's been said.
I irritate myself with all of this melodrama. Making everything out to be a big crisis when it really doesn't matter. Or does it, hm? I don't know. But it's probably not. Nothing is. I just make a big deal out of everything. Life is a Goddamn Serious Big Deal. Whatsitfromwhatsitfrom? I'm doing things like that - rereading Ordinary People and picking out lines like "See? Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't lose what you never had." Ah. Will I stop at nothing in my desperate, pathetic efforts to pretend I'm important.
And check out this variation of paragraph structure. I I I.
See, while I want it all explained I also suspect there's nothing to be explained. Oh, wouldn't that just beat it all. No substance at all. I am lacking. I watch the deadlines running by...Can't I ever end anything? It's the illusion of motion, when I'm going forward and pass these fixed points. Guh. Say something concrete.
I'm still sick. I have nothing to say but even less to do and it's this shower or write my essay...it's been said.
I irritate myself with all of this melodrama. Making everything out to be a big crisis when it really doesn't matter. Or does it, hm? I don't know. But it's probably not. Nothing is. I just make a big deal out of everything. Life is a Goddamn Serious Big Deal. Whatsitfromwhatsitfrom? I'm doing things like that - rereading Ordinary People and picking out lines like "See? Haven't lost your sense of humor after all but your sense of identity is what seems to have been misplaced. No. Wrong. You don't lose what you never had." Ah. Will I stop at nothing in my desperate, pathetic efforts to pretend I'm important.
And check out this variation of paragraph structure. I I I.
See, while I want it all explained I also suspect there's nothing to be explained. Oh, wouldn't that just beat it all. No substance at all. I am lacking. I watch the deadlines running by...Can't I ever end anything? It's the illusion of motion, when I'm going forward and pass these fixed points. Guh. Say something concrete.