My last journal entry was a quote from Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh...I only wish I could write as well as he does!! And that's a *Scottish* accent, solisis!
Today has not been going well...I woke up wanting Lucky Charms for breakfast only to find there was no milk....acting class went ok but it's way too short...I went to the textbook store to get my geometry book that they promised would be in by today and they hadn't even ordered it yet! So now they're saying next week...how the fuck am I supposed to do my homework?! I have two papers due on Thursday that I haven't started....I am supposed to take pictures tomorrow and the photographer is not returning my calls...I have an 8 am meeting for work tomorrow that will take me an hour and a half to get to...I'm stuck in a horrible black depression and I just want to crawl into bed and hide from the world forever....I guess listening to The Cure and Delerium isn't helping very much...I feel like crying in the corner like solisis...
"It's marching through my door now
The stony cold of lonesome
A bell tolls for my heart and now my lonesome song begins
Darling, when did we fall?
When was it over?
I suppose it is the price of falling in love...
I fear it is the price of falling in love"
Today has not been going well...I woke up wanting Lucky Charms for breakfast only to find there was no milk....acting class went ok but it's way too short...I went to the textbook store to get my geometry book that they promised would be in by today and they hadn't even ordered it yet! So now they're saying next week...how the fuck am I supposed to do my homework?! I have two papers due on Thursday that I haven't started....I am supposed to take pictures tomorrow and the photographer is not returning my calls...I have an 8 am meeting for work tomorrow that will take me an hour and a half to get to...I'm stuck in a horrible black depression and I just want to crawl into bed and hide from the world forever....I guess listening to The Cure and Delerium isn't helping very much...I feel like crying in the corner like solisis...
"It's marching through my door now
The stony cold of lonesome
A bell tolls for my heart and now my lonesome song begins
Darling, when did we fall?
When was it over?
I suppose it is the price of falling in love...
I fear it is the price of falling in love"
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how did you know i was fetally crumpled in the corner saturated in tears as the soft tone kisses of the cure nestled deep within my soul?
if it makes you feel better, it made me feel better talking to you today. let's not embellish... i meant IM chatting with you. if I spoke to you I might have resurrected my long dead desire to LIVE!