Coffee Break: Hazelnut Blend, cappucino.
Fuck. Fuck. Where does this boredom end? I've got a couple more weeks of school left to go, and am feeling miserable about it. Do not want to continue self's education, especially as am paying for it. Do not! Do not! Wish could be lying face down on the bathroom floor like all normal people. (But with a feather boa around neck so will be glamorous in manner of Marilyn Monroe... though obviously, not dead.) Now, am forced to sit around the college like some sour-faced idiot, stuffing papers into my bookbag, and being pised off:
Dumb picture... coolest slingbag EVER!
I need a cigarette. And my nose hurts. My back itches. What's the fucking point of it all? What?! What? I stare into the mirror, sullen face devoid of make-up and caked with time and ware. Nothing's really there. And I don't really care anymore. The streets outside are lonely, and filled with hatred. Take your pick... and I'll go and commit suicide, to be a handsome little betty, with her eyes all painted red, and an axe pick in her head. Is there any pciture of me that I like?!
--fd
Dumb picture... coolest slingbag EVER!
I need a cigarette. And my nose hurts. My back itches. What's the fucking point of it all? What?! What? I stare into the mirror, sullen face devoid of make-up and caked with time and ware. Nothing's really there. And I don't really care anymore. The streets outside are lonely, and filled with hatred. Take your pick... and I'll go and commit suicide, to be a handsome little betty, with her eyes all painted red, and an axe pick in her head. Is there any pciture of me that I like?!
--fd