im sick of this.
Why do the simplest things make one feel guilty?
I dont understand why all of a sudden im solely responsible for keeping friendships/relationships together. Have you made an effort in the past month to "keep in touch" with me?
Fuck this shit. My dad is going nuts. I got 2 messages today and im sick of it. Im sick of fucking things up for myself. Im sick of making new friends. Im sick of trying to impress people. Im sick of eating. Im sick of judging myself and others. Im sick of being human. Im sick of venting. Im sick of Kelli. I am sick and tired of stupid fucking archeology class. Im sick of never seeing my best friend. Im sick of feeling bad about stupid decisions. Im sick of sharing everything. Im sick of not being able to sleep. Im sick and sick and sick of goddamn breast cancer. Im sick of musk mellon. Im sick of the color green...which makes me cry sometimes. Im sick of not being able to smell him anymore. Im sick of knowing exaclty where im at all the time. Im sick of the expectations. Im sick of the mall. Im sick of 11 dollar nail polish and stupid questions. Im sick of not liking myself, yet again. Im sick of not being able to talk to max ever. Im sick of ADD. Im sick of being a woman. Im sick of staring at a computer screen. Im sick of climbing five flights of stairs 3 times a day. Im sick of watching derby races instead of being in them. Im sick of the pressure. Im sick of this stupid dorm room. Im sick of people being sick of me. Im sick of the fucking tap dancing that lives above me. Im sick of tasting salty. Im sick of never feeling at home. Im sick of being clean. Im sick of not cooking. Im sick of not living on yogurt and granola bars. Im sick of sub sandwiches. Im sick of small showers and the sounds of everyone else. Im sick of dancing and not feeling it. Im sick of not exploring anything. Im sick of my hair. Im sick of my skin. Im sick of this stupid heartbeat. Im sick of teeth and nostrils (even if they are properly adorned with nose ring) Im sick of this. Im sick of sharing poetry just because im excited about it, and then getting a jolt of guilt. Im sick of trying to just get by.
Im sick of singing.
wow.
im sick of singing.
im sick of singing.
what the fuck has gone wrong
and why have i stopped singing from where i should be?
I dont understand why all of a sudden im solely responsible for keeping friendships/relationships together. Have you made an effort in the past month to "keep in touch" with me?
Fuck this shit. My dad is going nuts. I got 2 messages today and im sick of it. Im sick of fucking things up for myself. Im sick of making new friends. Im sick of trying to impress people. Im sick of eating. Im sick of judging myself and others. Im sick of being human. Im sick of venting. Im sick of Kelli. I am sick and tired of stupid fucking archeology class. Im sick of never seeing my best friend. Im sick of feeling bad about stupid decisions. Im sick of sharing everything. Im sick of not being able to sleep. Im sick and sick and sick of goddamn breast cancer. Im sick of musk mellon. Im sick of the color green...which makes me cry sometimes. Im sick of not being able to smell him anymore. Im sick of knowing exaclty where im at all the time. Im sick of the expectations. Im sick of the mall. Im sick of 11 dollar nail polish and stupid questions. Im sick of not liking myself, yet again. Im sick of not being able to talk to max ever. Im sick of ADD. Im sick of being a woman. Im sick of staring at a computer screen. Im sick of climbing five flights of stairs 3 times a day. Im sick of watching derby races instead of being in them. Im sick of the pressure. Im sick of this stupid dorm room. Im sick of people being sick of me. Im sick of the fucking tap dancing that lives above me. Im sick of tasting salty. Im sick of never feeling at home. Im sick of being clean. Im sick of not cooking. Im sick of not living on yogurt and granola bars. Im sick of sub sandwiches. Im sick of small showers and the sounds of everyone else. Im sick of dancing and not feeling it. Im sick of not exploring anything. Im sick of my hair. Im sick of my skin. Im sick of this stupid heartbeat. Im sick of teeth and nostrils (even if they are properly adorned with nose ring) Im sick of this. Im sick of sharing poetry just because im excited about it, and then getting a jolt of guilt. Im sick of trying to just get by.
Im sick of singing.
wow.
im sick of singing.
im sick of singing.
what the fuck has gone wrong
and why have i stopped singing from where i should be?