you've got your troubles. i've got mine.

on a clear day,
i can read your mind.

so i'm chewing this piece of weird-tasting gum and thinking of him.
not really thinking of him, but more .. remembering what it was like to think of him.
i should really be writing this in my journal because i think that's more real than this blog,
but i'm already sitting here listen to rilo kiley so i might as well not interrupt myself.

i don't know how much he has to do with my current HTM-ness, but i know he must have some part of it.
i don't know how much he has to do with my former HTM-ness, but i know he must have some part of it.

he's not to blame.
i'm not to blame.
he's not to blame.
she's not to blame.

i like to blame her, but it's really his fault.
i don't really know.

so anyway, the second i get set free, i'm blasting "breaking up" .. the part about feeling so good to be free.

can't handle won't handle this burden of captivity weighing me down all day all day.

he's always been a predator. i love david for saying that.

oo. it. feels good to be freeeee.
if only i were free.

um what else. no seriously i should've written this in my journal with a sharpie.
i don't even know how to fix this hot mess of a life i have.

clean room.
put clothes away.
put shoes away.
do homework.
find hair straightener.
look for a job.
gym it every day.
exercise anorexia.
oh who said that last one.

oh & hit the hood every day to keep sanity.
or is it to keep insanity?
don't know, don't care.

& start journaling again.
get comfortable chair.
sorry joe, but stfd-ing on your face is just not comfy.

i never thought i'd see you as i did today.

i don't know man. i can't wait til next semester when i'm a real human again with real things to talk about.

i need to control myself.
and i need to lose control.

homegirl needs to recognize that i can only be peaceful and held in a cage for a short amount of time.
honestly tomorrow might be the day.
get me out of here.