IDIOT
Yeah..... I hate myself so much. Why can't I just freaking let things go? Huh? No. I'm sitting here, have been waiting 3 days now, checking every time I got online to see if she'd entered something new.
I'm smart, huh? Oh yes. Yes.
But Mrs. H disagreed with that. We write these little journals now and then to try to get the juices flowing (creative writing). I noticed lately that all I've written is just depressing. Unless I was actually doing an assigned topic.
I have no motivation.
And it does NOT help that that freaking Annie song Tomorrow is stuck in my freaking head cause of freaking math and freaking freaking freaking.... heh. I hate that song so much. I hate that girl so much. I hate it all. So stupid. "Tomorrow's just a day away" WELL YEAH YOU IDIOT! Can you think of a more meaningless line? I mean, it's just a definition. A bad one at that, since right now, tomorrow is one hour and 17 minutes away, but if you wait for one more minute, it will be one hour and 16 minutes away, which is NOT a day away, since a day indicates 24 hours. Tomorrow starts before then. It's not a day away, it's a little over an hour away you psycho kid.
I realized something today. I get online..... and I wait. And nothing happens. I'm still bored when I get off. Basically, I'm just sitting here staring at a screen waiting for something to happen, but it never does. And ya know.... getting tired of it.... but I have absolutely nothing better to do. And I get like.... what, one email every other day from someone I actually care about talking to.... what's the frickin point of even getting online anymore?
Just generally in a bad mood. I'm sick of this meaningless life, I want it to end already.
And ya know.... it really should have been me. Not Marilyn. Me.
I'm smart, huh? Oh yes. Yes.
I've decided that I'm too smart for my own good
But Mrs. H disagreed with that. We write these little journals now and then to try to get the juices flowing (creative writing). I noticed lately that all I've written is just depressing. Unless I was actually doing an assigned topic.
I have no motivation.
And it does NOT help that that freaking Annie song Tomorrow is stuck in my freaking head cause of freaking math and freaking freaking freaking.... heh. I hate that song so much. I hate that girl so much. I hate it all. So stupid. "Tomorrow's just a day away" WELL YEAH YOU IDIOT! Can you think of a more meaningless line? I mean, it's just a definition. A bad one at that, since right now, tomorrow is one hour and 17 minutes away, but if you wait for one more minute, it will be one hour and 16 minutes away, which is NOT a day away, since a day indicates 24 hours. Tomorrow starts before then. It's not a day away, it's a little over an hour away you psycho kid.
I realized something today. I get online..... and I wait. And nothing happens. I'm still bored when I get off. Basically, I'm just sitting here staring at a screen waiting for something to happen, but it never does. And ya know.... getting tired of it.... but I have absolutely nothing better to do. And I get like.... what, one email every other day from someone I actually care about talking to.... what's the frickin point of even getting online anymore?
Just generally in a bad mood. I'm sick of this meaningless life, I want it to end already.
And ya know.... it really should have been me. Not Marilyn. Me.
posted by Cynic at 11:46 PM
4 Comments:
Beautiful. Its like cold fusion. How do we get to a star. And when get there how do we know we are there. When we are burned alive. We cant get to a star, its right frickin there. The sun. Did we get there yet. Are we there. Is it a joke. Is it the tao. Is it a star. Its the sun already. Winston Churchill had much to rattle on about that matter. Are we all that self centered. Its crypt again. Figure it out. I could say my IQ is about a 1000. But its about 24000 that created life. I was that old and dead when I scored it. Its Sunny. Its light already. It only takes a 1000 to find it. Light. FIGURE IT OUT. Its Sunny. Who, what, that ? The rebels own destruction on....that? Oh well. Again. Rick.Love it or leave it you better make way. Something,something,something, the bullseye dont play.
love ya.
You had to get the bully sicked on you I did. Ricky (sweetheart)
Its not a quotation, I wrote/thought/believed that.
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