Slumber soon shall rest upon my penthouse lips. Melancholy thoughts seem to be my only solace. The ebbing tides of my energy simply neglect to return. Sorry about that. Its been to long since Ive written anything down on my journal. I just havent really seen a point to, but I know that not everything should have a reason. Ive done any things simply for the reason that I can. Some times I worry my self. I need sleep. I should sleep. I need to do laundry, I want self folding laundry or maybe I should just boycott clothing. I should move to the amazons clothing isnt really needed there; all I would need is a good pair of sandals. I need to do homework; damn these easily neglected on-line courses. I need to recycle this pile of crap building up in the corner of my room. Oh, how I need. I just dont have the energy to do anything. I should go; Im too tired to type.
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sixothree:
where ya been?
sixothree:
aww well i hope at least you're having fun