Late so Early
it's getting late so early these days
something turns inside me as i hear the turn of phrase
ahhhhhhshhhh. that's a sighing noise. i'm not sure. what. ugh. gosh. shit just be happening, eh? like? oh sorry i'll never. sorry. ok. sorry. i'll never type eh again. but it just... it really does. and it doesn't get better until it does and this stupid fucking disorder fuck like what even...god...its so embarrassing being disordered like theres a book that says like...how i act. how my mood changes. fuckin ridiculous.
but it's alright. i'm alright. this is, LOL. its uh. this is usual, i think. this is how it is during the good days. little things matter and i get fucked. when am i not getting fucked? it's about 2:11PM and i'm at tims. i have to head back to the school now, to meet my friend. i only skipped fourth because i wanted to study for a quiz fifth, but then during fourth we didnt even do anything, and the quiz was moved to tomorrow. so...what........ what are we doing?
i have so much to write about. i think about writing all day. but then i am tired, and everything i want to write about is so familiar to me i can't help the boredom of...describing it, for no one to see.
in the eyes of the beholder but the beauty floats away in outer space