all i want in life's a little love to take the pain away
THINGS YOU MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT I, LINDSAY
I HAVE GONE from: ignoring the pretension of people whose (apparent) unparalleled brilliance kept me in awe to: being overwhelmed by it on a constant, nauseating basis.
THANKS TO JEFF, i listen to sunkeneyed girl 3+ times a day, every day.
THE WAY THAT i am treated by boys i have and have not met convinces me that i am indeed insane and deserve nothing good, ever.
I BARELY SLEEP or eat; when i sleep it's in fitful intervals on my family room sofa because my bedroom depresses the living shit out of me, and when i eat i make sure it's in front of people in some (pseudo)valiant attempt to tell the world HEY, I AM OKAY AND EVERYTHING IS PERFECT AND DON'T EVER WORRY ABOUT ME BECAUSE I AM NEVER, EVER WORTH YOUR TIME OR CONSIDERATION.
MY FINGERS ARE permanently covered in graphite from goodwill hangers; for the past three days i've hung 1,000 pieces of clothing a day for nine hours straight in a blindingly attractive smock. add in some possible sexual harassment, aching knees and having to go and do it again tomorrow: no, really, i don't want to die at all.
OH, I MISS so much. see: the tail end of this summer, long phone conversations, drinking and subsequent blissful forgetting, stephanie, galesburg, meg, being okay and at the very least viable.
I CAN STILL do trigonometry like a motherfucker.
I HAVE GONE from: ignoring the pretension of people whose (apparent) unparalleled brilliance kept me in awe to: being overwhelmed by it on a constant, nauseating basis.
THANKS TO JEFF, i listen to sunkeneyed girl 3+ times a day, every day.
THE WAY THAT i am treated by boys i have and have not met convinces me that i am indeed insane and deserve nothing good, ever.
I BARELY SLEEP or eat; when i sleep it's in fitful intervals on my family room sofa because my bedroom depresses the living shit out of me, and when i eat i make sure it's in front of people in some (pseudo)valiant attempt to tell the world HEY, I AM OKAY AND EVERYTHING IS PERFECT AND DON'T EVER WORRY ABOUT ME BECAUSE I AM NEVER, EVER WORTH YOUR TIME OR CONSIDERATION.
MY FINGERS ARE permanently covered in graphite from goodwill hangers; for the past three days i've hung 1,000 pieces of clothing a day for nine hours straight in a blindingly attractive smock. add in some possible sexual harassment, aching knees and having to go and do it again tomorrow: no, really, i don't want to die at all.
OH, I MISS so much. see: the tail end of this summer, long phone conversations, drinking and subsequent blissful forgetting, stephanie, galesburg, meg, being okay and at the very least viable.
I CAN STILL do trigonometry like a motherfucker.