Not sleeping is the worst.
I woke up around two. texted patty. did college stuff.
Listening to blink 182. like.. the right songs. makes me really happy.
then again. the other right songs reminds me of all this shit and makes me feel really aweful.
but right now i'm feeling very rebellious and happy.
I want a sleeve. Now that i'm free again from another boy. I want one.
I just have this image of me older. playing cello in a sweater. giant crazy gray hair. same piercings. maybe eyebrow. no shoes. performing saint saens or shostakovich concerto. with a sleeve of tattoos. and happy.
that's what i'm looking forward to :)
stupid i know
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