A Funk
Sometimes, i wish i could expand space and time. Actual space. Conseptuial time. My room is not what it could be, and its not exactly what i want, and thats be cause its to damn small and i have little actual things. Also, i dont have money to buy things to decorate. I need a job badly, im out of cash and still need to buy books. The state of things frustrates and saddens me. I didn't mean to leave Sarah's room early tonight, but I wanted to get back to my room. And now I don't want to do anything to fix it. I don't think i was made to be useful. I feel like im hanging on by a very thing string. This is just now. This is just things not working out. I was happy this morning, and I will be tommorrow, but I still need to buy books.