I feel like a throwaway
What does it matter anyway?
My world is not important today
And how could I be OK?
Doesn’t mean anything at all
Why did I get close at all?
I knew I was only going to fall
Or get thrown against the wall
So Goodnight Moon
And Good Morning, Noon
I’ll be joining you soon
With my naked cold tune
Why didn’t I say goodbye
I’ve no reason to live or die
All I can do is sigh at the sky
Because I’d rather kill than try
This is a stupid poem
I hate trying to make things rhyme
Every time
It makes a broken story
A feelingless place to exist
I am a cold grey room.
I kinda wish SOMEBODY over here felt like going to bed!
My back is killing me. My fever is still 100, and I am sick of being sweaty-hot! I’m tired of being SICK! My back really HURTS!!
I’m in the drive thru at Jack in the Box. I’m listening to “No One Is to Blame” by Howard Jones on 99.1 The Point. That’s such a stupid name for a radio station!
Tonight Cheri and I are going out for sushi! I’m really excited. I’ve been craving sushi, but the store-botten stuff is really gross. And of course I’m too timid to get sushi by itself.
Why is this line taking so long?? Cool! It’s “Three Strange Days” by School of Fish.
I feel like I’m in disguise today. (”Rapture” by Blondie!!) I’m wearing a brimmed hat and glasses and dark lips. Emilio must have thought I looked cute because when he saw me his arms fell at his sides and he smiled at me with his head cocked to the side, and kept gesturing at me and saying “There she is.” Laura came over and said what? So he said it again and she stood next to him and they both regarded me like two parents.