Thursday, October 9, 2008

i Can't Compete With All Your Damn Ideas

i'm too depressed to focus so i can't actually get anything done. i hate it. i've wanted to punch everyone who opens their mouths to talk to me. And every time i think about when he called, i feel like punching the nearest concrete wall i can find. But i don't feel like crying. i do, however, feel like screaming "fuck" in the faces of every baby i come across until they all cry for me.

This isn't going very well.

~*maria*~

No comments: