These words.
Today I was sick, so I didn't go to school. I slept and I thought.
Two very bad things for me because when I sleep, I dream.
And when I think, lord knows, I dream.
Dreams for me are bad because I let my heart run away with itself and that is poison.
Going back through my old entries,
I find myself disgusted with the very things that used to make my world turn.
But in truth,
I've just changed.
These things have all failed to make my fire burn.
I just need to find new vices to take the place of my old ones.
And then in a year I can sit here and call myself a fool again for using them as life support.
I was told this was well put:
Define Irony:
The coolest stag bitch wears a white dress to prom.
Meow. Twilight.