You...
I had lunch with Mr. Fortier today. We sat and talked over salad and peanut butter sandwiches, listening to The Wall. I have to remember that high school has a few worthwhile moments like that.
No independent study in art.
No dropping band.
No early release.
Nothing.
Taco shell and Flintstones vitamin suppers.
Cough.
Blow your nose.
Swallow mucus.
Something inside me just doesn't want to get better.
I can't fucking stop listening to this song. And I think it's unhealthy.
Brittany told me the other day that I seemed sad, and I think she hit the nail on the head. Why should I try to search for some vocabulary list word to try to give more validity to the feeling? I looked around, considering melancholy, upset, morose, exanimate, disappointed, depressed...but none of them fit.
Something about it is strange.
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Always be the dependable one.
Dear ******,
Save me.
Sincerely,
Nicole.
Just keep dreaming.
No independent study in art.
No dropping band.
No early release.
Nothing.
Taco shell and Flintstones vitamin suppers.
Cough.
Blow your nose.
Swallow mucus.
Something inside me just doesn't want to get better.
I can't fucking stop listening to this song. And I think it's unhealthy.
Brittany told me the other day that I seemed sad, and I think she hit the nail on the head. Why should I try to search for some vocabulary list word to try to give more validity to the feeling? I looked around, considering melancholy, upset, morose, exanimate, disappointed, depressed...but none of them fit.
Something about it is strange.
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Always be the dependable one.
Dear ******,
Save me.
Sincerely,
Nicole.
Just keep dreaming.