It seems I've found a break in which I should be studying or writing or doing something that's not so pointless. But, whatever. School can wait...education can screw itself. It's basically like the callouse on my index finger, keeps getting bigger until it just goes numb.
Numb.
There's a quote from a Tree Grows In Brooklyn I'd like to throw in here however I don't wanna butcher it without the book in front of me. It's something along the lines of wanting to feel something, no matter what, rather than nothing.
Right now all I feel is the pain in stomach and my aching exhaustion.
If I could hide out with you I'd just take the day and sleep. And breathe. And live.
And not want to stab my eye out with my pen in Algebra 2.
I'm surprised I haven't jumped out the second story window of that classroom yet.
If I had more energy I'd bitch about people....but I don't even have the energy to do a super rant.
However, this whole teenage angst "I hate my life for no apparent reason, and either I'm going to hide it, but write all these clever, witty lyrics about how I so nobily hide my obnoxious complaining, or I'm going to shout my 'sadness' from the tree tops and drink all the tear drop tea at my pity party" I've been guilty of this on numerous occasions, but at least at the end of the day I know I'm lucky and have a great set of friends and life, and possible future.
The people who are utterly convinced their life is a suckish pit of suck because the girl they like won't cover them in kisses who goes to this school and lives in this neighborhood are what get me. It could always be worse.
Song of the Day: "Say it's Possible" cover by Jay Brennan
The song is a pity party. Irony.
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