E is for Empty.

I don't know what is going on with me but I am not in the mood, for anything. Anything productive that is. I miss my old self!


Maybe because I'm sick, it's all hitting me in the head- how much of a waste I am being.
My eyes are stinging. I can't sleep because I can't breathe.


I like a boy. Fuck..


What a mess.


Me and my friend Lisa Brown just spent about 4 hours laying in my bed talking about nothing, did we do anything for our project? No.. nothing. I was just coming off my 420 haze. 


Ice cream trucks, lots of skin.. summer, I'm going to fail.. and I'm missing the part where I care the littlest bit.