i'm like the protagonist in a dark comedy:
I mess everything up and it's others' fucking hilarity.
if i choose to be optimist about it
everything messes up for me,
and it's others' fucking hilarity.

not to be melodramatic or anything.
but i'm at the point
where
if my pencil drops...
i think i will gut myself on it.

Everything will always feel like a let-down. I haven't had an exhilerating feeling of accomplishment for a long long time, but rather a twinge, a tired feeling of "thank heaven that's over," having climbed meticulously over a hurdle, scraping my elbows shins knees along the way. Of course I'm talking about school/tests/etc... I'd like to tell ( Read more... )

i could scratch my eyes out on this highschool dream that something out there's good for me ( Read more... )

Since I'm enjoying life right now about as much as I enjoy a wet rag, I am drinking jasmine tea and reading The House of Pomegranates over again, for the gabazillionth time.

I am thinking about:
a) the homework I have POINTEDLY not begun. This includes but is not limited to my APUSH notes, about a week...yes, a WEEK's worth of hyperbolas, ellipses, ( Read more... )

my hands are so dry that they're splitting at the seams... little blisters forming beneath the skin ( Read more... )

Today, Nandita woke up at 4:30 pm ( Read more... )

and no one should deny
we tried to hold onto the pulse of the feedback current

Pop tart, what's the matter
did you lose..what you're after?

fuck, I knew it. I KNEW IT, and everyone keeps telling me I'm wrong or making excuses, but I FUCKING KNEW IT ( Read more... )

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I feel impossibly lethargic.

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