I can't believe it's only 11 pm. I feel already as if i've had a horrendously long day and it's hardly over. Why is it that 98.1 fm plays Amanada marshall everyday at 11 pm. it's really starting to weird me out. Mostly the fact that i know such things in general.School is ridiculous. Moreso, i'm ridiculous for thinking such thoughts. What came first...the ridiculous jenn or the ridiculous school.
"We staggered through these empty streets
Laughing arm in arm
The night had made a mess of me
Confession kept me warm
I don't really miss you, I just need to know
Do you ever think of you and I
And that beautiful goodbye?...It's just a fool's lullabye."
There really needs to be more days in the week. That is my protest as of now and as of ever. I am officially a social recluse and am okay with that. That is, until i venture beyond my books and my apartment to a world outside and realize that there is more of it, yes. Than i am sad, until i am home again where all time is relative and everything is safe and mine. No one need come here, to my abyss. It is mine, not yours and forever will be...with 'the kitty' of course.