Garfooglemoofer, Version 2
You know what's better than slicing yourself on your palm? Slicing yourself on your index finger - deep enough to bleed through two bandaids, yes! It's so beautiful, I can't hold a pen/pencil the right way and everything I do looks like crap. Not that that's a first or anything, haha!
Then you realize that someone your very fond of annoys the hell out of you. Yes, that personally sucks. How the hell do you get something "gross and perverted" out of me saying, "We have vast differences"? I need to remind myself that I care... but then... Someone judo chop me right to the head already.
I'm behind in my art trades with Ashley and she's gonna kill me.
I can't remember any of my spanish vocabulary for tomorrow's test.
I definately don't understand the new section in geometry.
And today is the one year anniversary of nasty chest pains, and I think the 5-month anniversary of my "anxiety attacks".
Above all that, all of my friends seem to be sick. But at least it's good they can all see doctors.
And my family is more like a science experiment gone wrong. I think Tyler's the normal one for once. (He learned some Spanish, and it's cute!)
Does anyone know a nice person in the guidance office? Or, even better, the number to the nearest looney bin? I need some serious help.
Why are You out to get me, God? What have I done wrong? I know You're there - You can't run away from me!
I can't give up! I just can't!
Then you realize that someone your very fond of annoys the hell out of you. Yes, that personally sucks. How the hell do you get something "gross and perverted" out of me saying, "We have vast differences"? I need to remind myself that I care... but then... Someone judo chop me right to the head already.
I'm behind in my art trades with Ashley and she's gonna kill me.
I can't remember any of my spanish vocabulary for tomorrow's test.
I definately don't understand the new section in geometry.
And today is the one year anniversary of nasty chest pains, and I think the 5-month anniversary of my "anxiety attacks".
Above all that, all of my friends seem to be sick. But at least it's good they can all see doctors.
And my family is more like a science experiment gone wrong. I think Tyler's the normal one for once. (He learned some Spanish, and it's cute!)
Does anyone know a nice person in the guidance office? Or, even better, the number to the nearest looney bin? I need some serious help.
Why are You out to get me, God? What have I done wrong? I know You're there - You can't run away from me!
I can't give up! I just can't!