not so good.
Got a box full of letters,
Think you might like to read
Some things that you might like to see,
But they're all addressed to me
Wish I had a lotta answers,
'Cause that's the way it should be
For all these questions,
Being directed at me
I just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read
You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend
I got a lot of your records,
In a separate stack
Some things that I might like to hear,
But I guess I'll give 'em back
I wish I had a lotta answers,
'Cause that's the way it should be
All these questions
Being directed at me
Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read
You'll come back again,
And I'll still be your friend
I can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read
Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read
i gotta blue beanie with ear flaps and tassles.it keeps my head all warm and good.
i wish i didnt need to be at school everyday in order to pass. im sure that with intermediate breaks and abscenses i can still get an adequite eduacation, and pleasantly so at that. how well am i supposed to be doing when im bitter about my most academically important classes and that bitterness only makes me learn less and do less work, cos mostly its just the teacher. and mostly its just that i am a horribley judgemental person and its mostly that i cant keep my life on track or more than a couple weeks before the nervousness of satisfaction leads me to do something derailing.
i kinda really wished that my dad were home everynight, and didnt let me go out untill all of my work was done. I wish that he would ask to see my homework. I wish that he acknowledged all the times ive really put more than just the effort and assignment tasks into my school work , like actually made it look beautiful- or carefully selected perfect words and ways of writing them or sit over a notebook almost sweating-thinking of a perfect way to put my statements. I wish he'd even acknowledge how stressed out i get about any kind of work or thought of having to buy something for school.
sometimes i really wish I were Chelsea, Jonie's daughter.
cos i know if i were her, and perfect like she is, my dad would actually care alot more.
i wonder if the fails on my report cards are to even see if he's still paying attention.
whatever.
holy shit its thursday already.
actually ive had a really great week.
Think you might like to read
Some things that you might like to see,
But they're all addressed to me
Wish I had a lotta answers,
'Cause that's the way it should be
For all these questions,
Being directed at me
I just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read
You'll come back again
And I'll still be your friend
I got a lot of your records,
In a separate stack
Some things that I might like to hear,
But I guess I'll give 'em back
I wish I had a lotta answers,
'Cause that's the way it should be
All these questions
Being directed at me
Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read
You'll come back again,
And I'll still be your friend
I can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read
Just can't find the time
To write my mind
The way I want it to read
i gotta blue beanie with ear flaps and tassles.it keeps my head all warm and good.
i wish i didnt need to be at school everyday in order to pass. im sure that with intermediate breaks and abscenses i can still get an adequite eduacation, and pleasantly so at that. how well am i supposed to be doing when im bitter about my most academically important classes and that bitterness only makes me learn less and do less work, cos mostly its just the teacher. and mostly its just that i am a horribley judgemental person and its mostly that i cant keep my life on track or more than a couple weeks before the nervousness of satisfaction leads me to do something derailing.
i kinda really wished that my dad were home everynight, and didnt let me go out untill all of my work was done. I wish that he would ask to see my homework. I wish that he acknowledged all the times ive really put more than just the effort and assignment tasks into my school work , like actually made it look beautiful- or carefully selected perfect words and ways of writing them or sit over a notebook almost sweating-thinking of a perfect way to put my statements. I wish he'd even acknowledge how stressed out i get about any kind of work or thought of having to buy something for school.
sometimes i really wish I were Chelsea, Jonie's daughter.
cos i know if i were her, and perfect like she is, my dad would actually care alot more.
i wonder if the fails on my report cards are to even see if he's still paying attention.
whatever.
holy shit its thursday already.
actually ive had a really great week.