Life
I hate my life. Or do I really hate myself?
blech.
I've thought too much today, and put off thought for too long.
Backed up on homework, and I feel like there's a hole a little smaller than a cannonball in my chest. Oh, and like normal, I have this urge to check if it really is a void--by using my knife.
I guess it's a good thing that the "hole" is concentrated on my sternum, because knives don't penetrate bone well. If the center were moved down a few inches, I'd be more likely to hara kiri if that were the case.
Oh, and I have an unusual desire to swear. Profusely.
Going back to the first line, perhaps it's both.
I'll post later. If I feel like it.
blech.
I've thought too much today, and put off thought for too long.
Backed up on homework, and I feel like there's a hole a little smaller than a cannonball in my chest. Oh, and like normal, I have this urge to check if it really is a void--by using my knife.
I guess it's a good thing that the "hole" is concentrated on my sternum, because knives don't penetrate bone well. If the center were moved down a few inches, I'd be more likely to hara kiri if that were the case.
Oh, and I have an unusual desire to swear. Profusely.
Going back to the first line, perhaps it's both.
I'll post later. If I feel like it.