This is mostly me up late and bored and under mental attack, so yeah. I'll probably delete it when my sense comes back, 'kay?
,,Ich falle.'' That's about how I feel right now, it's German for "I'm falling". Nothing's going right and I need someone who can listen to me scream and curse and cry without leaving me.
Speaking of screaming/cursing/crying, that's what I did last night. From 11 until almost 3 I started ranting it all out in my head and crying and grabbing my arms so hard that now I have healing cuts in the shape of fingernail grabs. My mom did that once, as a punishment. It hurt.
"Let this candle burn 'til you get home." That's a line from a song called Over and Out. I like candle flames, for no apparent reason. They calm me down, you know?
My parents are so blind. I fell off a dresser shelf I was standing on, it broke. I guess they aren't made to hold hundred pounds. I got a big jagged cut up my leg, from ankle to knee. My mom never saw it until I mentioned it, then she screamed at me for not putting Neoporin on it. I'm allergic, so sue me.
I'm really hungry for bread. I don't know why, but who cares? For reasons of my own I don't leave my room after everyone else is asleep.
There's a cockroach living in my room. I can hear it scraping around. They scrape. It sounds like someone trying to burrow though your wall from the inside out using fingernails. I have really good ears, even better when the house is all quiet. It better not eat my books.
Bug spray sucks. It says it lasts for nine months, but it only lasted a week. I got a spider bite on my face and it hurts a lot.
 Beautiful Propaganda · Sun Aug 09, 2009 @ 08:19am · 0 Comments |
