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Step 1: stop falling for boys that aren't amazing.
Last night my brother watched the music awards on television. I've never seen a 7 year old boy cry so hard because it was impossible for him to be a negro. Today i skipped class to hide on a cot and rest my eyes. There was a girl in the bed next to me, she had been asleep for hours, professionally.
I was skipping exams and lying to teachers. I had somehow developed a low-grade temp. I felt fine.
I was in the dark corner writing in a notebook that only had 12 pages. Because i don't really know how to sleep i wrote down a complete daydream. Alot about Oregon and a make-believe lover.
some things that actually made sense. to me.
i listened to a song from a movie i once wanted to crawl inside. i felt the empty pit in my stomach.
because i thought things were going to turn out like that.
"i always knew it would end up like this."
i guess i don't know much.
and each person i talk to is a dissapointment. and maybe the people i'm supposed to love are the ones that i'm so afraid of- trying to hard to avoid.
i don't think he'll call and i probably don't care.
it's getting colder.
they're decorating my tree. i won't even get to hang the star.
track 13 is my favorite on this cd without a name. hummus and lettuce sandwiches are my favorite.
and i still like the boy i've never talked to before.
i feel so cliche talking about meaningless things and imaginary friends.
i never said i was above this.
i just promised one day i'd leave for good.
my dad was afraid of getting old, too.
Last night my brother watched the music awards on television. I've never seen a 7 year old boy cry so hard because it was impossible for him to be a negro. Today i skipped class to hide on a cot and rest my eyes. There was a girl in the bed next to me, she had been asleep for hours, professionally.
I was skipping exams and lying to teachers. I had somehow developed a low-grade temp. I felt fine.
I was in the dark corner writing in a notebook that only had 12 pages. Because i don't really know how to sleep i wrote down a complete daydream. Alot about Oregon and a make-believe lover.
some things that actually made sense. to me.
i listened to a song from a movie i once wanted to crawl inside. i felt the empty pit in my stomach.
because i thought things were going to turn out like that.
"i always knew it would end up like this."
i guess i don't know much.
and each person i talk to is a dissapointment. and maybe the people i'm supposed to love are the ones that i'm so afraid of- trying to hard to avoid.
i don't think he'll call and i probably don't care.
it's getting colder.
they're decorating my tree. i won't even get to hang the star.
track 13 is my favorite on this cd without a name. hummus and lettuce sandwiches are my favorite.
and i still like the boy i've never talked to before.
i feel so cliche talking about meaningless things and imaginary friends.
i never said i was above this.
i just promised one day i'd leave for good.
my dad was afraid of getting old, too.