GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
..Sorry bout that. I just had to, ah, spout that out. Although truthfully I'm actually, erm, not really in a torrid rage or anything. I'm just... really bored. And my mind is playing tricks on me. It's trying to make me think I'm sad/angry/ecstatic/worried/jealous.... but in retrospect I'm just bored. Has that ever happened to you before? It seems to happen to me a lot...
Then again I might actually be all those things. I'm sad because I wish I was happy, I'm angry because I haven't been able to write for three weeks, I'm ecstatic because I'm young and invincible, I'm worried because it's 9. 30 and I haven't done any of my homework yet, and I'm jealous because all my friends can write poetry and I can't.... Insert half-hearted Grr. Or maybe I'm really... just bored. Maybe I'm, like, Benjamin Button and I'm having my mid-life crisis when I'm 15. Except that statement doesn't really make any sense.
I just realized today that my own perception of myself and everyone else's perception of me are total opposites and I'm not really sure how to feel about that. Grr. Maybe I'm actually insane. Or maybe I'm the only sane one and everyone else is insane. But that sounds a trifle arrogant. I wish I was an astronaut...
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I don't quite think it's a midlife crisis. I think you should do your homework. Simple. :)
ReplyDeletelol, actually, nevermind. I'll see you tomorrow. Poetry takes practice. Keep it up hon. :) :)
Hahahaha. I wish I was an astronaut.
ReplyDeleteTell you what. I'll write you a little drabble about you. From an outsider's perspective. You know, meeting you.
So.... yeah. I'll go do that.
all your friends can write poetry? please.
ReplyDeletewell, I can, but it takes me about a week. And I fake a lot of it.
But um... feel better? Or... something?