Mar 13, 2005 23:00
English paper....
Procrastinating....
Tired....
Waxed my legs... I didn't do a good job...
I'm going to be soo freaking tired tomorrow...
I might actually be able to go to dance tomorrow night...
I can't stop thinking about something....
I had a few very interesting dreams last night...
My mind keeps running in all kinds of directions...
I don't know what I want...
I know what I need... But I can't have it...
Look how many times I said "I" in this thing....
So I'm self absorbed, right?
I should be put out of my misery....
Death becomes her...................................