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each time I turn to look out my window, I'm convinced that it snowed and then I realize that it's just my coffee cup sitting in the windowsill.
I can't quit listening to the same songs on repeat. I haven't been sleeping or I've been over sleeping, but the general feeling is that I'm exhausted. 8 more days and then I'm free, or so I think. until january. all of these appointments, all of this living I've been putting aside. whenever I think to myself, "I should be doing my homework," I'm really thinking "I should be taking notes on life." I'm planning on getting shitty, in a shitty city, with shitty people. at least it's my shitty city?
a girl in my class that I've seen around walked up to me today and told me I should come over to her house. I think I should. I'm tired of the same old people, the same old conversations. I need more friends. or no friends. I'm not quite sure. it all works out the same way. the people I want to see are consumed with themselves. at least I am and I'm no one.
paper paper paper paper lines paper omg word vomit all over the page
bloody red eyes go to nausea
I'd be better if I didn't have to do this tomorrow. what's sleep anyways?
I've got all of these remnants of dreams, but when I wake up and realize that it wasn't a dream it saddens me any more. I'm tired of sitting in bed. I'm tired of bullshitting and I'm a bullshitter. ain't nothing more than a sad sack of shit. I bet my lungs are black.
I think I need to do something drastic with myself. to myself? something huge and disgusting.
p.s. I hate christmas
I can't quit listening to the same songs on repeat. I haven't been sleeping or I've been over sleeping, but the general feeling is that I'm exhausted. 8 more days and then I'm free, or so I think. until january. all of these appointments, all of this living I've been putting aside. whenever I think to myself, "I should be doing my homework," I'm really thinking "I should be taking notes on life." I'm planning on getting shitty, in a shitty city, with shitty people. at least it's my shitty city?
a girl in my class that I've seen around walked up to me today and told me I should come over to her house. I think I should. I'm tired of the same old people, the same old conversations. I need more friends. or no friends. I'm not quite sure. it all works out the same way. the people I want to see are consumed with themselves. at least I am and I'm no one.
paper paper paper paper lines paper omg word vomit all over the page
bloody red eyes go to nausea
I'd be better if I didn't have to do this tomorrow. what's sleep anyways?
I've got all of these remnants of dreams, but when I wake up and realize that it wasn't a dream it saddens me any more. I'm tired of sitting in bed. I'm tired of bullshitting and I'm a bullshitter. ain't nothing more than a sad sack of shit. I bet my lungs are black.
I think I need to do something drastic with myself. to myself? something huge and disgusting.
p.s. I hate christmas