Biting at a ceramic bowl like a baby. I know it's abnormal but it feels good and I couldn't care less. Scratch the walls at school, fall down the stairs, "fake it" on repeat. I can't be crazy because I feel crazy. I'm tired and love sleep but I don't want to go to bed. I feel so fat. I eat and I eat and I need to exercise. And I complain. and I complain. I'm pathetic and in sayingthat I am being more pathetic. I don't understand anything . I tend to put things in my mouth when I'm angry or depressed. Like when I messed up a math problem today, I put my plastic duotang in my mouth and bit it. When I played boggle and my friend ownd me I chewed the paper...
And I sniff my textbooks because they're yummy. and so are the nachos I had tonight. I;m so fucking in love. I need him. I fucking need him and he knows it and he don't care. pathetic. i wonder why he ever made time for me. he doesn't make sense. i don't make any more sense. if I could hug him I'd squeeze him dry.
i feel like rolling around on the floor. maybe if i licked a lightbulb and burnt my tongue I could focus on that. and not be so fumb. i mean dumb. or do i mean fumb. maybe i do. maybe both. yeah both.
this is a longer entry than i intentioned. i love furutal,ma. yes...that show. furturams. those who know it know what im ean. woot.
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