Painted Nails.

This one is NEW.

I think ive evolved to more than just talking about pointless shit that I had done in the day, who
I saw, or what something/someone did.

so FUCKING stupid.

I want to get away and enjoy something other than,
not going to class.
worrying over stupid useless shit.
worrying about boys.
worrying about my parents.
my grades.
where I went that night.
who i think about.
what are they doing?
what is he doing?
who are they fucking?
are you lying to me?

who is he fucking?

it conSUMES me and I cant think straight.
i would like to think straight and then maybe I can get my shit together.

But for now I guess we can all go our same routine. cause everyones got problems. its not just you. its everyone. we cant use people to vent.

channel it.

into something that you have NEVER done before.
make it into something.
then you will find out what you need.


i need to know, what I need.






my suitemate is still puking in the bathroom.
I say SHE NEEDS a pregnancy test.








what the fuck is going on here.


how could you have everything figured out.
its impossible.
there is something hiding.
and you are covering it.
with your voids and your fills
theres too much going on.
im not important.
i was put in it.
and now i got taken out.
am i just jealous?
maybe.
sorry.