there are some things that i have to work on.
and right now schoolwork is looming threateningly in the distance.
correction: it's looming right beside me.

i've got to start getting things DONE.
somehow in the short span of 2months i've been able to amass enough undone work to last me half a year.
and i still haven't been to a proper concert yet. and i have less than 15 months to get it done.

numbers, looming.
floating about in my head.
i wonder if it's a good sign.

and i need to stop using and so much.

i wonder if i really like you... or am i just missing the feeling of being chased.
perhaps i could, perhaps i do.

and i think i'm getting hooked on laxatives again. shit.
(pssh. and i just realised the bad/unintentional pun)

AND THE IDIOT WHO STOLE MY SHOES AND MY SHOEBAG, I HOPE YOU TWIST YOUR ANKLES, BUST YOUR KNEE CAPS, PULL YOUR SHINS AND TEAR YOUR HAMSTRINGS AND ROT IN HELL! GOSH. do you know how long i've had to beg for just to get that pair of shoes. and i promised that they were supposed to last me for the entire year! fuck. and someone had to go steal it before i even wore them 5 times. go screw your self please. thanks. i'm not sure how i'm ever going to explain this... "oh erm. hi mom. i lost the $80 pair of cleats that you bought me less than a month ago. along with the $20+ shoe bag. can we go get new ones again tomorrow and blow another hundred plus dollars?" suicide mission much?

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