this day was a continuum of nothingness. i didn't achieve much. i didn't accomplish...
i feel like returning to my place. a place of endearment that i once took for granted. i am ready to go home now. i miss everything about... april & may. i miss the first... the last.
i am still so young, i still have this to accomplish. i broke all the rules to get here.
i gave up every secure second... i am beginning to fade away.
soon they will all forget me, and i'll be just a tiny newt that is swimming amongst the school of phish. fuck that. i am fed up with the day... a cello & piano songs help to ease my anger... some pencil & paper.
wasting time. I'm so angry.