I can't think straight with my head about to explode like this.
I know I shouldn't, but I do.
I'm feeling angry with someone I should never have cause to be angry with.
I hate that everyone - yes, including me - is so damned quick to denigrate others.
I wish my dad were home.
I regret what happened, but I won't admit it. No way in hell.
I want to pledge my organs for donation after I die, and then I want to have a closed-casket ceremony.
Cold showers are my personal kind of panacea.
I don't feel ready for camp.
I want more aspirin, but it would probably OD me.
My speakers aren't working, but if they were I'd be listening to Dido's White Flag
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