Ow. Ow. So sore. Everything's hurting. Feels like I bruised every damn bone in my body. My heart hurts when I laugh; I can barely walk. Even my butt hurts. My hair's falling out; I pull out at least a handful a day. I should be bald by now...I probably will be soon. I need sleep...It's not even six yet. But boy, am I ready to go down.
I think I'll go now. Play some Checkers, maybe read for awhile. Maybe I'll even just start that movie marathon. I watched the series earlier this week or last week - whatever, all the days run into one another and I don't care anymore. But I want to see them again. This one time, a long time ago, I watched the first and then I was going to watch the others, but never did. So now, I wonder - do I ignore it and watch them all, or do I just watch the series from the second to the fourth? Because that marathon is unfinished and it's kind of bugging me; even though I finished the series between then and now.
I don't know anymore. It's getting mighty strange inside my head. I correct everyone's grammar, I straighten what's lopsided, pens must be capped, drawers must be closed...I think it's getting worse. Like my memory. I keep forgetting the names of my aunts and uncles and cousins.
Speaking of my cousins, I am so glad I don't know them in person. They are being very indecent lately. Posting pictures of themselves wearing just their skin and makeup. Getting secret tattoos! I'm just glad I'm not a part of their immaturity. I mean, I have my own style of immaturity, but at least I respect myself.
I think I'll go now. Play some Checkers, maybe read for awhile. Maybe I'll even just start that movie marathon. I watched the series earlier this week or last week - whatever, all the days run into one another and I don't care anymore. But I want to see them again. This one time, a long time ago, I watched the first and then I was going to watch the others, but never did. So now, I wonder - do I ignore it and watch them all, or do I just watch the series from the second to the fourth? Because that marathon is unfinished and it's kind of bugging me; even though I finished the series between then and now.
I don't know anymore. It's getting mighty strange inside my head. I correct everyone's grammar, I straighten what's lopsided, pens must be capped, drawers must be closed...I think it's getting worse. Like my memory. I keep forgetting the names of my aunts and uncles and cousins.
Speaking of my cousins, I am so glad I don't know them in person. They are being very indecent lately. Posting pictures of themselves wearing just their skin and makeup. Getting secret tattoos! I'm just glad I'm not a part of their immaturity. I mean, I have my own style of immaturity, but at least I respect myself.
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