cigarette breath and sleepy eyes.
as i sit and lie awake contemplations of plato run through my head.
it courses through my veins and yet i cant even bore myself into a slumber.
someone come and bludgeon me, put this poor kid to his final rest.
stick a revolver to my temple and paint these white walls a vibrant red.
im no poet but i kinda just let that one come to me i guess. i mean 4:36 is obvs the ideal time to write poetry. i need to find a job like...oh i dont know. NOW. life isnt bad these days actually. wish i could see jayme more, but i guess if its not important to all parties then it just wont happppen. hil comes home(and i cannot waiit.)
cats is going well. i didnt feel well tonight so i skipped rehearsal. something i should NOT be doing. but its not like donna is going to teach me the dances or anything, so my next real actual task is on sunday. blech.
<3 that i write in "paragraph" form.
an ex told me tonight, when i asked him how he felt about me, that i should ask him in a week because he liked how things were going. im like.....................wtf? i mean do men(yes i know im one as well) really think that things are always going to be waiting for them when they are ready to fucking deal with it. i DONT think so. sofhadfhoapw.
in getting all emotional and strongly opinionated and im here by myself. i need to sleep before i die.
it courses through my veins and yet i cant even bore myself into a slumber.
someone come and bludgeon me, put this poor kid to his final rest.
stick a revolver to my temple and paint these white walls a vibrant red.
im no poet but i kinda just let that one come to me i guess. i mean 4:36 is obvs the ideal time to write poetry. i need to find a job like...oh i dont know. NOW. life isnt bad these days actually. wish i could see jayme more, but i guess if its not important to all parties then it just wont happppen. hil comes home(and i cannot waiit.)
cats is going well. i didnt feel well tonight so i skipped rehearsal. something i should NOT be doing. but its not like donna is going to teach me the dances or anything, so my next real actual task is on sunday. blech.
<3 that i write in "paragraph" form.
an ex told me tonight, when i asked him how he felt about me, that i should ask him in a week because he liked how things were going. im like.....................wtf? i mean do men(yes i know im one as well) really think that things are always going to be waiting for them when they are ready to fucking deal with it. i DONT think so. sofhadfhoapw.
in getting all emotional and strongly opinionated and im here by myself. i need to sleep before i die.