Contemplations
Smile. Frown. Smile. Frown.
I have covered myself in tons of metaphorical parchment. Surrounded myself in mountains of papers and textbooks. I try to keep up. I have been doing nothing but studying and trying to maintain all my fucking grades. I have been trying so mother fucking hard. And yet...all my efforts seem to be in vain. Don't get me wrong. I am not getting any bad grades or anything. But, anything lower than an "A" to me is horrible. I know that I do this to myself. I know that I am the one that puts myself in this frustrated position. And, I am not trying to put the blame on anybody else but myself. But, I have this real fucked up TA that I think just plain hates me. He fucking sucks. My fault. My frustration. My own body stressing myself out. I know it. There is no explanation.
Iris is staying with me again. That is a plus. Or is it? I don't know anymore about anything. I need to go. I will talk about this more later when there isn't another body sitting right next to me. I need love.
Hiss. Hiss. Fuck you. Fuck yourself. Look at me. Nothing. Nothing. Something. Something. We belong as one. Two flowers as one. No longer apart. This is what we had wanted. This is what we wished for. You don't need love. I love you. That's all that matters. Our heart beats the same. That is all that matters. Love.