I fucking hate stupid people ( Read more... )

In sadness, I was always a bit smarter ( Read more... )

Everything [and everyone has been in my thoughts of late and they all piss me off]

Casually look at my hand I am so bored forever ( Read more... )

I hate life. I can't play piano anymore. I can't play drums anymore. I want to play well again but I'm not motivated.
All I can do is hate. I'm so full of it. It's such a powerful thing.
My fingers hurt. I'm developing blisters. I don't want such unfeminine hands.
Maybe I'll keep my phone off today.

I got out of the shower about 30 minutes ago.
I'm tired even though I haven't been awake but 11 hours.
I dreamt of Lane last night.
My hair is long like when I met her.
I'll cut it by the end of the week.

I feel stable.
I might be going to college sooner than planned.
I really need a haircut and I want to drink a soda and I have to call my mom but I don't want to.
I had all of yesterday and today to myself.
And, I'm making a lot of progress lately and I can't wait to disappear.

My head hurts.
Six guys in this room is... far too many. How claustrophobic. Oh well.
Going to go eat. Then Mason is coming over again.
I need to set aside some time for myself. Sleeping, at least, would be nice.

1. My hair is getting out of control and I need to chop it off ( Read more... )

My head hurts and I want to eat pudding