May 02, 2004
peachy keen
God, i feel like crap. and i have so much to do for school, and i just don't want to. i want to just keep sleeping and not think. argh.
it would be nice if sometimes, just sometimes, things would make sense and be simple and go as planned.
i need to tan.
i want to scream, but it doesn't seem like the appropriate response. so i just keep sitting here, feeling like crap. great.
blueavenue at 6:15 p.m.