And it all just fades to black, and all that's left is you.
Today was just one of those days. I don't know what happened, so I guess I'll just blame it on horomones. I haven't been this low in a while.
"Kill me now, Lex."
"I would...but...Clark..."
I read Asya's site, and was surprised but the familiarity of everything. Asya and I are friends. I think. I like being around her, she's smart and funny. I get the feeling we brush each other the wrong way though. I guess some people just do that. We could be great friends. We used to be. I just don't know what happened.
I felt like Virginia Wolfe today. Crazier than a loon. Speaking to myself. Creating fabulous ways to end my life. Hearing things. I could swear I was going totally mad. Maybe I am totally mad. I was inspired to write the first chapter of my someday-bestseller though. Which was interesting. Frustrating.
Mr J didn't like my Gandhi essay. Not one bit. Which was somewhat embarassing. I was thinking "he's got some nerve to try and go all english-teacher on us and think he's doing us a favor...". He thought my paper had no point because I didn't have a thesis statement. Hello, thesis staements are so sixth-grade-termpaper. Grr. I am used to this, however. My work these days is either A+ or F. For some reason, this seemed like the last straw. I was ready to cry in class just because of one bad grade. I swear, I'm not usually like this. I've eaten cucumber and drunk tea for the past week. I think my stomach has shrunk.
My mom blew up at me today. She thinks I'm falling apart and starving myself. And after school I was falling apart. Terribly. I think she thought I was having a mental breakdown. I contiue making my after-school snack, while crying really hard. It's insane. Later she apologizes, and I want to brush off her hug. I don't want these feelings either ma, don't you see that?
So tired from all the rage. Night.
"Kill me now, Lex."
"I would...but...Clark..."
I read Asya's site, and was surprised but the familiarity of everything. Asya and I are friends. I think. I like being around her, she's smart and funny. I get the feeling we brush each other the wrong way though. I guess some people just do that. We could be great friends. We used to be. I just don't know what happened.
I felt like Virginia Wolfe today. Crazier than a loon. Speaking to myself. Creating fabulous ways to end my life. Hearing things. I could swear I was going totally mad. Maybe I am totally mad. I was inspired to write the first chapter of my someday-bestseller though. Which was interesting. Frustrating.
Mr J didn't like my Gandhi essay. Not one bit. Which was somewhat embarassing. I was thinking "he's got some nerve to try and go all english-teacher on us and think he's doing us a favor...". He thought my paper had no point because I didn't have a thesis statement. Hello, thesis staements are so sixth-grade-termpaper. Grr. I am used to this, however. My work these days is either A+ or F. For some reason, this seemed like the last straw. I was ready to cry in class just because of one bad grade. I swear, I'm not usually like this. I've eaten cucumber and drunk tea for the past week. I think my stomach has shrunk.
My mom blew up at me today. She thinks I'm falling apart and starving myself. And after school I was falling apart. Terribly. I think she thought I was having a mental breakdown. I contiue making my after-school snack, while crying really hard. It's insane. Later she apologizes, and I want to brush off her hug. I don't want these feelings either ma, don't you see that?
So tired from all the rage. Night.