end of the line
All I can focus on are the things that bug the hell out of me...
Nothing else is prevalent this week. I am stressed out, yet motivated, yet still too rotten and frustrated to get my work on. Highschool ends in something like a month. Finally, the end to the most useless 4 consecutive years of my life so far. I was less useless when I was being spoonfed and slept all day.
Every hour or so, I'll get mad and yell at whoever I'm mad at in my head. Then I turn around and play the part of said person, and yell back at myself. I always fucking lose, or get called a hypocrite. Actually one time I won, but I probably cheated.
Unfortunately, I am craving a bath and a cigarette all in one package deal. Marlboro Red. Rubber duck. Soaking in my own filth.
But I would be ten thousand times more pissed off if I had a smoke.
Ten thousand...
Nothing else is prevalent this week. I am stressed out, yet motivated, yet still too rotten and frustrated to get my work on. Highschool ends in something like a month. Finally, the end to the most useless 4 consecutive years of my life so far. I was less useless when I was being spoonfed and slept all day.
Every hour or so, I'll get mad and yell at whoever I'm mad at in my head. Then I turn around and play the part of said person, and yell back at myself. I always fucking lose, or get called a hypocrite. Actually one time I won, but I probably cheated.
Unfortunately, I am craving a bath and a cigarette all in one package deal. Marlboro Red. Rubber duck. Soaking in my own filth.
But I would be ten thousand times more pissed off if I had a smoke.
Ten thousand...