| Title: | Some bitch killed my son with a coat hanger.. |
| Posted On: | 2005-06-14 00:00:00 |
Ive been listening to I.T. and I dunno, its been a weird day.. really weird.. I want to sleep and wake up with a clear head.. but I doubt it'll happen.. Every morning I wake up just like a I fell asleep.. mid thought..thoughts I don't want to be having.. Its the summer, I have tons of plans and adventures planned.. Why must my mind constantly focuss on this one thing.. Arg.. I have the best friends in the world for letting me rant on and on about it too.. Getting someone elses opinion really helps.. I mean.. at least I know im not going nuts in thinking that this situation is so damn confusing and awkward.. damn today was awkward.. how does that happen??
It was so awkward.. I hate the fact that it was awkward.. man o man..
so anyways..
Heres a little Immortal Technique.. its not an apropriate quote to describe my mood.. its jsut fromt he song thats playing now..
"These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing
Dying on the inside, internally bleeding
Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping
Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning"
bed time.
