Saturday, June 30, 2007
d-e-a-d tired. need to be in school 830am tomorrow. will bring pillow.
i'm serious.minus-one day left.
she's back.haven't played my guitar in three days. *note to self: find pick/ get pick.
need to pack room/find correction tape/clean bag/scrub table (split superglue on it).
not tired from slotting. tired from waiting around for seniors to slot/cancel slot. tired of being scolded for not doing props that were thrown at us a) that day/day before b) unclearly, with "don't buy anything yet" tags that get ripped off at the last minute and then shoved in our faces with new "why haven't you gotten/done this" tags.
tired from screwing up cues because i have no idea what's going on and what the senior wants.
tired from being bitched at/about. tired..
don't understand what's going on. not enough energy to focus and try.
goodnight world..
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normally i'd turn green and cry (metaphorically for both) but in this state i don't care. i don't make sense, but at least the pain is dulled too which is what really matters at the moment.
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you took my heart. can i have it back. please.
Posted by nayrakroarual at 1:02 AM
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