(no subject)
Had that sophomore top ten luncheon today. Felt uncomfortable in my little sundress & got blisters from my music flats I've worn ten thousand times before. Bumped my nose ring approximately 50 times. Felt like dying a little bit 2nd period.
Gotta read a shit ton of 1984 tonight & write 300 words on characters or something.
Out of fags.
Listening to depressing music; feeling even worse. Hating every single day, regardless of how close it's getting to May 29th.
Having to adjust the volume with each song change.
Not wanting at all to insert a subject into any sentence.
Not being able to keep up with all the changes. Not wanting to accept them. Not being able to accept them. Hating not being able to do anything about them. Not understanding why everything's moving so quickly.
"there ought to be a place to go
when you can't sleep
or you're tired of getting drunk
and the grass doesn't work anymore,
and I don't mean go on
to hash or cocaine,
I mean a place to go besides
a death that's waiting
and a love that doesn't work
anymore."
Never before having had anything explain my feelings so well.
Gotta read a shit ton of 1984 tonight & write 300 words on characters or something.
Out of fags.
Listening to depressing music; feeling even worse. Hating every single day, regardless of how close it's getting to May 29th.
Having to adjust the volume with each song change.
Not wanting at all to insert a subject into any sentence.
Not being able to keep up with all the changes. Not wanting to accept them. Not being able to accept them. Hating not being able to do anything about them. Not understanding why everything's moving so quickly.
"there ought to be a place to go
when you can't sleep
or you're tired of getting drunk
and the grass doesn't work anymore,
and I don't mean go on
to hash or cocaine,
I mean a place to go besides
a death that's waiting
and a love that doesn't work
anymore."
Never before having had anything explain my feelings so well.