TEDIOUS DAY: a curse
I have to admit, this day really was a boring one. Though I dread just the thought of hearing the letters E and R, I still hunger for its toxicity and perilous surroundings. Not moving and everything intact makes me sick. Our damn professor didn't show up in class so all we have to do was stick our goddamn asses to those pubs and get the hell home... HOME... curse the word. Home is a monotonous, dreary place, this is by presumption. Although I must admit, I can do EVERYTHING I want there since I'm always home-alone. That's just the point... I'm alone. At home. Home made me the psychopath that I am. I JUST said HOME over and over again in this post! damN!!!
HOME HOME HOME!! arrrggh! A safe place yet a dull one. I must admit. I often get depressed. I miss my friends. Some are away, others at work. Even my boy.... always at his goddamn work! :( BLAH!
HOME HOME HOME!! arrrggh! A safe place yet a dull one. I must admit. I often get depressed. I miss my friends. Some are away, others at work. Even my boy.... always at his goddamn work! :( BLAH!
