How are you?- I'm fine (what a lie).
My mask.
How are you Roxzann?-
~Well, I'm sick to my stomach with fear of failure. Nervousness and failed tests are rising to the top of my throat.
So things aren't doing so well?
~It seems to be that way. Yet, it's just school. But then again school is my life. So actually yes my life is not going so well.
Well at least you seem to be holding up...
~I seem to be holding up eh? The truth, I'm hanging on a piece of string.
Really?
~Yes. And no one seems to be there for me with a rope. So, I'm just hang'n' and waiting. Waiting for that person to pick me up.
They will come don't worry.
~hah
Well, no matter how hard it gets don't turn to self afflicted pain.
~Self afflicted pain, hah. That's old news. Now it's all about drugs and drinking. That's right drinking. Drinking so much that I got soo fucked up I missed a band that I waited for almost 2 years to see again. It's ok I just laugh it off and tell everyone I had fun so they don't think bad of me.
Hah, aw Roxzann you're such a kidder!
~Really? I'd call myself a fucking lier but whatever.
Oh Roxzann all you need to do is relax, it's not that hard.
~Haha, who is the fucking kidder now?