"you still speak of day old hate though your whole world has gone up in flames"
it's 3 am again
I'm not asleep cell phone off
essay written
"you can sleep when your dead"
that bitchin mix goin through my head
I just can't conform I just can't
If I do then I miss being "top banana in the shock depart
ment"
but is that even who I am?
Do I want to go through the next four years like highschool
loathing everything and everyone happy?
I really need to go out
but I kind of dig my book on the wall persona
brooding
self medicating with coffee and shopping
is it really all that bad?
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