Afraid is where you're calling from
Lame. Lame. Lame. That is me. I drove my sister and her friend to a concert in downtown Baton Rouge, and now I'm stuck in the LSU library waiting for her to call me when it's over. I didn't know i was taking her until a few hours beforehand. My life is so lame that I can accommodate her in such ways. It would be too wasteful on gas for me to drive all the way back to Denham Springs just to have to pick her up later. I was supposed to hang out with a friend who apparently didn't think it was important for him to have his phone on him, because ya know, i told him i'd call. None of my other 3 friends are answering their phones, or just aren't home. One's running errands and doing "grown-up" things, whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. I took advantage of this time in the library to do some studying, but i've grown bored with that. Actually, i'm pretty much unable to concentrate because I woke up extra early this morning drop off my little sister at a funeral. Lots of chauffeuring her around, it seems. I'm so grossly broke that buying $0.95 candy bar out of the vending machine is a luxury I can't really afford. And I'm sure it'll remain this way for the REST OF MY LIFE! I'm so fucking tired of life and all its bullshit.
I haven't had a cigarette in nearly two weeks, and I'm trying reeeeallly hard right now not to break that. I'm going to sit in a dark corner and cry for a little while.
Cheer up emo-kid! Moments after typing this, while proofreading, someone finally called me. I don't feel so abandoned now.
I haven't had a cigarette in nearly two weeks, and I'm trying reeeeallly hard right now not to break that. I'm going to sit in a dark corner and cry for a little while.
Cheer up emo-kid! Moments after typing this, while proofreading, someone finally called me. I don't feel so abandoned now.