March 2012
15 posts
My days consist of:
Where did my day go?
What am I going to do for the remaining time?
Why can’t I sleep?
I wish I could just live one day without asking these questions. It’s almost 4:00 and I’m wondering what I did with my day, and wondering how I’m going to spend the next hours of my day in the least shitty way possible. I can’t think of much, and this is why I wish my days would...
February 2012
10 posts
We are not the same
15
I think I stopped writing on this when I started to care about what other people thought about me. I don’t know exactly when that was, but this time last year…I think I wrote quite a bit. I’m not sure. But something changed, and I’m always saying that now. The whole, “I don’t know what happened,” or, “I don’t remember when xyz started to...
If I could be anywhere
right now, I’d be in my car, last year, or in sixth grade in a classroom. I miss that comfort—sitting in my car while the weather was shitty in the morning, and listening to music. Maybe talk with a friend or try to do homework as fast as possible. Sometimes I’d ditch and just sit in my car, or I’d drive somewhere. And with grade…I don’t remember why I liked...
11:43
I need to get the fuck out of here, I’m tired of staying inside and wasting nice days sitting in the same room doing nothing. I can either sit here and bask in hypochondriasis, or get out and forget about all these bad things.
Attempt
I really think I’d trade an arm and leg if it meant I’d never get a headache again. Having daily headaches, and these weekly (sometimes bi-weekly) migraine attacks that last up to three, sometimes four days (surprise! I’m on day 2.5 of this crippling, literally blinding (or at least the precursor was) migraine) is ruining everything.
Increasing with every two weeks that it...