DIARY- the goods.

so today..

went to school super early to work on a project, failed at finishing.. then first period, second period, third period, and last- boring as usual. stayed after school to work on the same project, failed at finishing.. then home and sleep.

my life atm is so unbelievably bland.. kudos to friends and foes who keep my thoughts intact. but on the reaal, this past little while has been sleep and school- that’s all. need a little spice in my life. it’s actually so boring, that i’m having a never ending daydream, and living a fantasy life where whosits and whatsits shoot out from wherever while my body’s on autopilot- not exactly, but you get the idea. gotta get out of gaadamn pickering.. i swear, people come up to me everyday saying the same words and expecting a different response- honestly, c’mon guys. and don’t get me wrong, it’s not at all like i’m not interested but stop ya bloodclaut crying and keep on truckinn’. life’s good, no reason to bitch about all too much. i guess like what i’m doing now? shoooot.. laterdays.

like when you gather all the little scrabble blocks in the red velvet baggy, shake it like a salt shaker and pour them all on a surface. imagine that, except the scrabble blocks being my brain. so many thoughts pounding on my mind, making it hard to think about daily lectures and instructions. at times, i can’t even stand up cause my thoughts are weighing me down. it’d be a luxury to free my mind and let the rest follow, but sometimes not everyone can do like en vogue. my thoughts jumbled like those damn scrabble tiles, just need to place ‘em on the playing board and sort myself out.

My heart, slowly burning, enduring the acid discomfort it’s drowning in. Without that last hint of hope I am just a vessel that contains no content. I’m but an empty cavity, yet filled to the brim with tears that thoughtlessly seep from me.

Emily Jordan