Back when E managed to chop off a big chunk of her index finger (another story for another day) all she said for a good 4 hours was ‘ohmotherfucker’- like it was all just one word. Back then I remember asking her to spice it up a little, throw in few more curses, or maybe even just shut the hell up so that I could have a few hours of peace. But no, she just ohmotherfuckered till kingdom come.
Last night, I woke up at six in the morning unable to move my head. The entire upper bit of my back had given up on me. My head is covered in weird bumps, maybe im dying, maybe its just coz of stress. Either way, im in such pain that I ended up just sitting and staring till 10 in the morning. I drugged myself to death and ended up sleeping till five. Woke up to find more bumps and more pain.
Listening to Freshmen by Verve Pipe. Damn to Blindside the Goldfish for putting me back into rock-induced-depression.
Cant move, cant think, couldn’t be bothered to feel.
Hey, got second college acceptance last night. Doesn’t balance out all the shit in my life though.
Boston here I come.
2 comments:
boston is so far.
canada aao!
gud luck gurl..!
still coll. will bring a lot ov welcum n unwelcum changes, u'll be so busy u jus "myt" Not get into tht rock-induced or any other depressions for dat matter for a long tym. but stand back my dear, coll. has served its own avalnache of depressions for centuries..
welcum to uni-lyf
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