| | hollowed tanksby popular demand, i shall actually do my work. i think. i'll try. how hard can it be anyway? it's just a miserable essay. i'll pull that stint again. like a bad poem i recite over through palindrome days.
nothing comes of nothing
i need some sleep, i really really do. i need the emotional energy now to get through the day. though nowadays my hatred for school is diluted by conversation. i laugh much of the day, then come home to leafy darkness.
nobody knows you, nobody gives a damn. i wonder why people read blogs. why people talk about people they do not know. why people stare at you in the bus. vicariously living is only half as beautiful. i put it up for you to see, she said, i put it up to fill the empty sockets of your eyes.
and then again, there is more to me than this. there is more to my happiness than you ever will know. |
| | Posted 8/5/2008 8:41 PM - 3 views - 0 comments
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