Maybe you're a joker, maybe you deserve to die...
Pretty good week back to say the least. Things are going well for the most part. Family's gone to the shit again, but that's nothing new.
I keep forgetting to call my relatives, starting to get pissed at myself. I didn't skip Finite Math at all this week, I'm quite proud of myself...even though I wanted to skip both days.
I've found myself not thinking much lately. I'll be walking to and from class and I'll realize that there aren't really thoughts going through my mind...maybe it's because I always have my fucking headphones on or something. I'll find myself with never anything to say, and I'm starting to think it's my own fault. I used to think about shit all the time. Disregarding the fact that it may not have been the happiest of topics; it was still thinking, no less (I don't care if I used that semi-colon correctly, it's almost 3 in the morning). This probably doesn't make much sense, but it does to me.
I got some random text messages this morning from someone who seemed to have no longer noticed my existence but now seems starved for my attention. I asked for an explanation and have yet to receive one. Fucked up.
I just drove around for about an hour with Kelly doing nothing. It was pretty friggin' cool until all the bars closed and the drunks were driving around. There was some fuckin' honkey(sp?) hanging out a car window without a shirt, yelling at oncoming traffic...it was a sight.
I'm going to the beach tomorrow. 'Twill be grand times! ^.^
Until next time,
God is wearing black, He's gone so far to find no hope He's never coming back...
I keep forgetting to call my relatives, starting to get pissed at myself. I didn't skip Finite Math at all this week, I'm quite proud of myself...even though I wanted to skip both days.
I've found myself not thinking much lately. I'll be walking to and from class and I'll realize that there aren't really thoughts going through my mind...maybe it's because I always have my fucking headphones on or something. I'll find myself with never anything to say, and I'm starting to think it's my own fault. I used to think about shit all the time. Disregarding the fact that it may not have been the happiest of topics; it was still thinking, no less (I don't care if I used that semi-colon correctly, it's almost 3 in the morning). This probably doesn't make much sense, but it does to me.
I got some random text messages this morning from someone who seemed to have no longer noticed my existence but now seems starved for my attention. I asked for an explanation and have yet to receive one. Fucked up.
I just drove around for about an hour with Kelly doing nothing. It was pretty friggin' cool until all the bars closed and the drunks were driving around. There was some fuckin' honkey(sp?) hanging out a car window without a shirt, yelling at oncoming traffic...it was a sight.
I'm going to the beach tomorrow. 'Twill be grand times! ^.^
Until next time,
God is wearing black, He's gone so far to find no hope He's never coming back...