I don't want to throw myself a pity party, but I seriously can't believe that my friends are complaining about their lives when I come home to no food in the house and my parents threatening each other with violence.
It's weird, I guess being uncommonly pretty (the key word being uncommonly, as in: pretty in an uncommon way), and odd isn't the best combination.
It tends to incite misfortune.
I shouldn't worry so much, I'll figure everything out eventually.
Just do your best and fuck the rest.
Everyone thinks that The Jester has feelings for me; I wouldn't doubt it, he won't admit it.
So the Seniors are obviously graduating, and it's sad.
There's no other way to put it, because everything that I've grown accustomed to is about to end.
So, something completely unrelated....
Total Body Paralysis.
Yep, well I get this feeling sometimes of not being able to breathe, see, or move.
Suddenly my vision goes black, my limbs don't respond, and I forget how to breathe.
It's like forgetting where I am, or even that I'm alive.
Like there's no connection between external stimuli and my brain.
"No one could tell, even if I fell one hundred stories down."
I have a lot of insecurities, especially about my friends.
I don't belong with any of them, I always feel like I'm intruding upon someone else's life.
I've stolen these moments from Heaven.
And about My Southern Boy (just because it's been bothering me), you'd think that if he missed me like he claimed or if he was as lonely as he said, that he'd talk to me more.
Anyway, I should write a book on flirting, I think it'd be fun.
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