lost
My voice is lost.... this evening was lost...
And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well.
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself.
I still have way too much to do. Dammit. So I could read all night or sleep all night. Either way, I'm screwed. I guess. UGH.
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip against the current
I need to write haikus. I enjoy them.
I am selfish. I am wrong.
I am right, I swear I'm right...
Swear I knew it all along...
And I wanted to write a pantoum last night but I forgotted.
I hate this double spacing poop. It angers me. So I face the debate - again - about how late to stay up, how long to put off cleaning my room, what the hell I'm supposed to do about my homework. Eh, I'll read it at breakfast/on the bus.
You know, I usually NEVER listen to songs on repeat. I love this song. It's OVERDRAMATIC. I get that way. Maybe I'll wear black tomorrow. I'm a writer. I can do that, you know?
I'm glad I called Charlton. He's a sweet sweet man. *smitten*