I woke up today and jammed the end of my toothbrush down my throat as i scrapped the tartar off my molars. I dry heaved once, twice, and then spit up whatever liquid was in my stomach from the night before. It was an oddly pleasant experience, purging, and I found myself laughing at the world and at the scary face looking back at me from the mirror who was laughing only at me.
The train today made me squirm in discontent. I was on time! It was truly amazing, I assure you considering how late I left my house. I jumped on the first step to get onto the full car and was immediately assulted by a blind man who shrieked when our bodies colliaded. The train was full of small, yelling children and an overall level of noise that made my attempts at studying completely worthless. The little boy liked to shout to his mother on the opposite bench every time he saw another train, which you can only imagine if you aren't a regualar Metra rider- it's a whole freakin' lot. I cranked my headphones after giving up on my books and hugged myself into a ball and thanked someone in my brain that I, at the very least, wasn't sitting next to someone.
Isn't today Good Friday? What was good about it? Remind me. Something about Jesus Christ dying... wouldn't that- considering you like the man- be a bad thing. They should call it Bad Friday- or Dark Friday- or Dead Friday. Or my knowledge of Christianity has totally dwindled to shit and I'm only talking out of my ass.
Last night was shitty. Imagine having a really bad conversation with someone you care a whole lot about and saying exactlty what they don't want to hear but not being able to say anything else. It's like getting punched in the stomach. I'm sorry that I hurt you, again and again and again and again and again and again.
what the fuck happened to spell check on this bitch?
The train today made me squirm in discontent. I was on time! It was truly amazing, I assure you considering how late I left my house. I jumped on the first step to get onto the full car and was immediately assulted by a blind man who shrieked when our bodies colliaded. The train was full of small, yelling children and an overall level of noise that made my attempts at studying completely worthless. The little boy liked to shout to his mother on the opposite bench every time he saw another train, which you can only imagine if you aren't a regualar Metra rider- it's a whole freakin' lot. I cranked my headphones after giving up on my books and hugged myself into a ball and thanked someone in my brain that I, at the very least, wasn't sitting next to someone.
Isn't today Good Friday? What was good about it? Remind me. Something about Jesus Christ dying... wouldn't that- considering you like the man- be a bad thing. They should call it Bad Friday- or Dark Friday- or Dead Friday. Or my knowledge of Christianity has totally dwindled to shit and I'm only talking out of my ass.
Last night was shitty. Imagine having a really bad conversation with someone you care a whole lot about and saying exactlty what they don't want to hear but not being able to say anything else. It's like getting punched in the stomach. I'm sorry that I hurt you, again and again and again and again and again and again.
what the fuck happened to spell check on this bitch?
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