Turn me on...
Jumpin Jesus on a pogo stick. Im hella bored. My hands are freezing, I seem to have misplaced my glittens. Anthony gets out of work in an hour but thats just not soon enough for me. I should be doing chemistry, or my long term, or my spanish paper, but instead Im being a slacker. I want cookies.
Ok, onward to serious-ness. My aunt is in the hospital, it's pretty bad. She had surgery but she has really bad blood clots and theyre moving to her lungs. She's not doing well, and shes being miserable. She called in a priest and all of that, so my dad's a little moody. Understandable. I hate my brain. It tells me bad things. I sound like a psycho. But, I have been told I'm crazy. Probably not an understatement.
...and every bite I gave you left a mark, Tiny vessels oozed into your neck and Formed the bruises That you said you didn't want to fade, But they did, And so did I that day
Im feeling very.... odd. Like I just want to get high and have sex and become numb and dead to the world. Ive never even been high, what if I dont like it?