I'm An Emo Kid In A Pink Aeropostale Shirt...
Today was unremarkable at best and depressingly terrible at worst.
It started off, I cried the whole way to school. Then I spent third period watching a movie on dying chickens. Did homework during lunch. More homework during fifth. More homework during seventh. Went to Church. Played crappy during practice.
But I was okay at this point.
Then I fell apart. Why is up to you to figure out.
Was super depressed and wouldn't talk to anyone almost the rest of the night. Ate until I almost puked. Depressed Kathy (I'm sorry, kid).
Played crappy during Refuge, but nobody notices over Tyler, anyway. Sat away from people.
Finally, went up originally to tell Joe to start fading me out of music and stuff, and he asked me what was wrong, and we talked for a super long time about Church and stuff, and he made me feel better. And he told me I wasn't allowed to quit. So I guess I'm not. Which means I get to spend lots of time alone on swing sets. Fantastic.
^Mindless self indulgence^
I also wrote part of a song, about the girl of my dreams on the swing set. I wrote it out on swings dreaming of a girl, if that helps show the deepness of it at all. Pretty much all of my songs are like that.
PS- Kathy's my best friend of the day.
PS- Ashley is smart about stuff.
PS- Joe's Livejournal sounds like it was written by a pre-teen girl.
PS- I missed Ajax and Schmud at Church.
PS- I wish somebody had called me.
PS- Time to crash and burn.
"If you need to fall apart, I could mend your broken heart..."