The maceration and desiccation of ...

[greenylynn]

I've been picked.
Why can't I pick?

In the morning I feel like getting up. At night I feel like going to bed. There's nothing else. There's absolutely nothing else. The rest of the day goes so quickly.

Fortunately for most of civilization, I'm busy a lot of the time. I can't imagine how much needier I could be right now, and I have things to keep me occupied.

Me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

What IS she dreaming about?

I don't know anymore.

What am I dreaming about?

She doesn't know anymore.

I'm getting along well here. I've made some aquaintances and found people to say hello to. I have a fairly fun job. I like my classes. I like my plants. I like my peace.

I'm having a terrible time here. I only know a few people and they don't seem to think I fit in well enought to invite me out. I ask, they tell. I am underpaid. My classes are overwhelming. My plants are the last thing on my mind because they can't talk back. It's always so fucking quiet.

Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch

I wrote a song again.