whatever, i'm team jacob. this book is going to be a waste of my time. rude.

diaf stephenie meyer! haha. not literally, but i love the rhyme so dgaf.

so whatever, i'm angry.
i'm angry that the one shred of hope i had has come to a standstill.
i put too much into it and not enough at the same time.
that's probably why no one else is putting anything in anymore.

i'm out of time. all the time, i'm out of time.
i should go to bed RIGHT NOW if i want to be okay tomorrow.
i should clean my room RIGHT NOW if i want to be okay tomorrow.

i should get the e-mail RIGHT NOW if i want to have something to look forward to.
and by the e-mail .. i mean the one about tomorrow.
i've lost hope on the one i've been waiting for for two weeks now.

i'll e-mail him tomorrow.
i need answers, or at least acknowledgment.
i realize it isn't even what i really want, but it's all a process.
it's a ladder.
it's the first step, in any direction.
i don't care which direction. at all.
i just need to keep moving before i fall off the wagon again.

again and again and again and again.
dooooo it again.

ugh peace out. gym.