I'm next to my school house. I notice leaves changing, breaking free from the firm grip of a branch, running from the cold wind. Winds of fall whisper about last year...
It's the fourth time now. Fourth year in the same school. But somehow this time is different. No joy in the smell of a rotting world. No smile bubbling behind my sealed lips. Even my upcoming birthday doesn't create any emotions but confusion. When? Where? Who to invite? What to wear? Food: yes or no? Drinks? Yeah, drinks are nice ... How to ... ?! oh.. Dad. You are here already. So let's go and do what we always do together just when I'm starting to have fun. Let us build a house!
Damn thing eats up all my nerves and I heard you don't grow those back like one does with finger nails. Speaking of witch - my bad habit of biting my nails has returned. I eat like a behemoth. More like two behemoths that have just smoked pot and accidentally found a shipment of Pringles. My eye wont stop twitching and I never say no to a cigarette... again. But besides that guess who sees dreams? I do. And they're pretty awesome, too. Mostly about my gal who happens to be too busy for me. Likewise but still. I desperately need some intimate attention!!!! !! !!!! !! !! ! !!! !
My current lifestyle works like a charm, don't you think? I wouldn't change a thing! .. ... -.- RIGHT!!
i have to get out of this ...this ...situation this... tiss :)
