Monday, November 24, 2008
Vacae.
i am vacating this honorary life. hmm. i am vacating sleep and making tea and manipulating bad dreams. i am now typing in lowercase. we have agreed that we will now use the toilet and be right back to finish what we started.
I like Clovis. A lot.
So its weird that--no its not. i might have said, its odd that i have full reign and no one to listen and all of every ounce of time in the world and believe it or not my body still works--yet i dont want to talk. too many decisions. it would be better, after all, to be tied up. definitely kidding. i won't give in so easily. FREEDOM AND JUSTICE. thats my motto.
i also liked that i woke up and my mom was alive. because i read about suicide and the warm blood thing really stuck with me. if only i would ace my history tests. then life would be boring, finally.
what to say. where to go from here, everyone. sometimes i like people and sometimes i forget that i like them. him. cough. retch.
there is a girl who seems capable of niceness but of course who am i to judge, but i think she doesnt like me anyway but i like her but that also must mean i am disgusted with her, but then again i get disgusted by plenty and i think thats a keyhole but anyway. so i am afraid of her. but would like to love her. but wont, for stupid reasoning. too lazy. gotta drink my tea. the only thing that makes me shit.
p is for publish. haha. its just, i dont have the anomosity. whoa. i mean--animosity, or anonymousity to describe these little freckles. im sorry, characteristics. i suck at failing.
lets just take everyone and it and thing that is metaphorical and turn them they literal. that is what is missing from this society. then no one will ever go hungry again. shit. metaphors.
cold feet.
I like Clovis. A lot.
So its weird that--no its not. i might have said, its odd that i have full reign and no one to listen and all of every ounce of time in the world and believe it or not my body still works--yet i dont want to talk. too many decisions. it would be better, after all, to be tied up. definitely kidding. i won't give in so easily. FREEDOM AND JUSTICE. thats my motto.
i also liked that i woke up and my mom was alive. because i read about suicide and the warm blood thing really stuck with me. if only i would ace my history tests. then life would be boring, finally.
what to say. where to go from here, everyone. sometimes i like people and sometimes i forget that i like them. him. cough. retch.
there is a girl who seems capable of niceness but of course who am i to judge, but i think she doesnt like me anyway but i like her but that also must mean i am disgusted with her, but then again i get disgusted by plenty and i think thats a keyhole but anyway. so i am afraid of her. but would like to love her. but wont, for stupid reasoning. too lazy. gotta drink my tea. the only thing that makes me shit.
p is for publish. haha. its just, i dont have the anomosity. whoa. i mean--animosity, or anonymousity to describe these little freckles. im sorry, characteristics. i suck at failing.
lets just take everyone and it and thing that is metaphorical and turn them they literal. that is what is missing from this society. then no one will ever go hungry again. shit. metaphors.
cold feet.
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