February 2012
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Jaymay for my headache. I don’t want to see anymore of Angelina’s leg.
I wonder if even Harvard students piss on the toilet seats.
Bloody hell, I think I’ve contracted asthma in my twenties!
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Blue screen life
Another tear in the sea
Another drop in the ocean
After the fall
Waiting to sink
You feel so unprepared. Just like no one’s listening. You keep vomiting words. Feels like the room keeps spinning.
I hate myself and everyone else. Going to the gym and pretending I’m running to hell.
A girl in my French class brought me fresh baked chocolate chip cookies wrapped in red and tied in a bow because she knew I was feeling down lately. She’s also depressed, and we know this about each other because somehow it came up about us both taking medication for it. The bundle was on my desk when I walked into the classroom and she never took credit for it. There are sweet and caring...
Sobs sob sob sob sob sob
Waking up is hard to do
Mornings have always been a struggle for me. By mornings, I mean any transition from sleeping to consciousness. There is something about being in bed with a mind turned off that is comforting. To not think, to not feel a thought, to not be in a constant struggle with your mind vs mind is the greatest ability we as humans have. If I’m forced to get up and get out, chances are I will stop...
I thought today may be different, but I still don’t want to do a goddamn thing.
I don’t even see you anymore.
