Ain't that just ironic
April 14, 2002 @ 4:23 p.m.
Oh. I am tired. The mundanity is overwhelming me. It's rather sad when you giggle delightedly over pink name tags for your water bottle and 1:30 AM grocery runs.
It's also quite sad that, when motivated, I can churn out two papers and two poems in four hours. Keep in mind I never said that they were decently written. I just said that I can.
Oh my God, is this entry pointless.
However, I shall continue, out of insanity and extreme boredom.
I wish my conscience would disappear. It would make things ever so much easier. Girls are funny in that they think sex has to mean something. I wish it didn't. I wish I could just fuck him blind, just once, and be able to look people in the eyes the next morning.
As of now, I can't do that. Damn that boy. Damn myself. Damn my conscience. Damn it all!
All right. Enough damning.
It just makes things so difficult when everyone's going somewhere with their lives and I feel as though I'm standing stock still, gaping like a buck-toothed fool.
I really wish I would start making sense. One of these days, I swear I will.
Of course, it'll probably be the day I leave.
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