Give 'em hell, kid.
10 hours into the famine. 20 left to go.
And all I want is a goddamn mother effing cookie.
I'm a compulsive eater, I "eat my feelings." At the moment, I have alot of feelings. Music is helping somewhat, but my mind is too clogged up to even think about writing any half-decent poems.
So I'm dragging my ass to school in a half hour with the hope that I sleep-over with a group of hungry friends, chick flicks, and lots of homework, will help me get over it.
The rookie dance last night was amazing. I had so much fun. I hated 97% of the songs that we're played, but I danced to all of them. I danced so much that I was to the point of falling asleep standing up. I felt...different. I felt like the end-of-grade-nine-beginning-of-grade-10-me again. I'm not one hundred percent sure that is a "me" I liked, but for once, it was better than being the current me. I felt free and hopeful, like that girl I used to be. That girl who used to go on walks and dream about what it felt like just to be kissed.
Oh, and I fell so hard in lust at...second...sight. I want him. And I had the oppourtunity, but I passed it up. Goddamn my lack of self-esteem and this inferiority complex that I'm living in.
As for you darling - I learned something about you today:
...you're worth more dead.
~ Just me [and a grumbling tummy].
And all I want is a goddamn mother effing cookie.
I'm a compulsive eater, I "eat my feelings." At the moment, I have alot of feelings. Music is helping somewhat, but my mind is too clogged up to even think about writing any half-decent poems.
So I'm dragging my ass to school in a half hour with the hope that I sleep-over with a group of hungry friends, chick flicks, and lots of homework, will help me get over it.
The rookie dance last night was amazing. I had so much fun. I hated 97% of the songs that we're played, but I danced to all of them. I danced so much that I was to the point of falling asleep standing up. I felt...different. I felt like the end-of-grade-nine-beginning-of-grade-10-me again. I'm not one hundred percent sure that is a "me" I liked, but for once, it was better than being the current me. I felt free and hopeful, like that girl I used to be. That girl who used to go on walks and dream about what it felt like just to be kissed.
Oh, and I fell so hard in lust at...second...sight. I want him. And I had the oppourtunity, but I passed it up. Goddamn my lack of self-esteem and this inferiority complex that I'm living in.
As for you darling - I learned something about you today:
...you're worth more dead.
~ Just me [and a grumbling tummy].