What's wrong with me?
I don't know. But I can't make myself be the person I WANT to be.
My hair is bad today. It's standing on end.
And I want the world to go away. And everyone in it. I want to go somewhere where no one will ever find me and curl up with my music.
I want to finish my DAMN HOMEWORK. I want to pass. I guess. It's the only thing I want right now that makes sense. So I guess I'll go do that.
I'm not here. I'm not here. I'm not...here.
I'm not.
I never was.