Ya got heart and you're going your own way
So on Monday it appears that I was ridiculously happy but the week basically went downhill from there, and today was a horrible end to a horribel series of days and I'm so glad it's the weekend and right now I'm eating a kitkat and listening to Noah and the Whale and thinking about how I really ought to start a dream diary because this morning I tapped the shorthanded details of last night's into my ipod with one hand while I was eating breakfast. Tomorrow I'm going to a beach clean-up and then making crepes with J and B and S and maybe E and then I think we're going to the mall, maybe, and I'm spending Sunday learning math and doing all the history homework I've been putting off for the past week.There are a bunch of empty journals on my bookshelf and so maybe I should go pick one up and write last night's dream in it and keep it by my bed with all my other notebooks and then when I'm famous and dead or just dead, someone will read it and laugh at how much I thought I was like every fictional character I've ever read about.
I'm at this place in my head right now where I feel like I can't talk to anyone, but not because no one will listen, more because no one cares. We've all got our own problems and I think my problem is that I'm creating problems out of nothing in my head and agonizing over them until they make my stomach hurt. I think I just need to sleep.
