bullet through my head
written: 6:20 p.m. on Wednesday, Sept. 17, 2003

Sitting in LT5 struggling to generate some warmth into your freezing body with a pen in your hand, a migraine in your head, nonsensical mathematical equations and sums staring back at you, all the while thinking of what a waste of time it is, is no fun at all.

I am so damn tired that I could die.

And it's not just physically. I'm tired, sick and tired, of everything.

Fuck it all.

before sunrise // before sunset


Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010