i've got amazing powers of observation
I've been falling asleep next to the drafty window, with the fluorescent lights pounding underneath my eyelids, with Chopin playing at my feet, with my pillow stained from the eyeliner, with a bag full of dirty laundry at the food of my bed, with my glasses perched precariously next to me, with my door unlocked and the flip floppers shuffling past me, with warm feet and cold hands, with an urge to get out of here to get on a plane and leave because I'm goddamn sick of everyone, because when I was so sick of high school that I would feel nauseated as soon as I walked into the building, now I feel bile coming up when I'm with people. At the same time I miss so many people, and I'm anxious to leave and travel, and anxious to be alone and spend more time with my brother who sulks everytime I tell him I have to go.
I'm tired, daylight savings is fucking with me because dumbass decided to do this three weeks earlier. My grandmother told me I better look thinner by the next time I see her. And all day I keep walking around and mumbing to myself "Happy birthday, motherfucker" and I'm wondering when I can get out of this, although it's admirable that I've regained some stability.
I'm tired, daylight savings is fucking with me because dumbass decided to do this three weeks earlier. My grandmother told me I better look thinner by the next time I see her. And all day I keep walking around and mumbing to myself "Happy birthday, motherfucker" and I'm wondering when I can get out of this, although it's admirable that I've regained some stability.