i know everything about being the weird girl

i don't have a need for gravity. this chain that pulls me down to earth. reality. life. death. i'd much rather spend this time bouncing around and playing guessing games. i can't stand this linear path that quite possibly seems a bit too predestined for my own taste. who believes in fate anyways?

i'm getting tired of school. it's a rough path that i'm ready to give up. move on to burger king or the streets, escaping narrowly down the wrong path. tired of the "hang in theres" and the "you can do its." it doesn't make a difference if you can barely get up in the morning. you can't make sentences flow the way you want them to. you can't read another literary critique for as long as you live. i was never one for analytical bullshit theory. i am no english major.

unfortunately, i like the thought of breakfast on the table sans meaty sausages and crispy bacon slices. i just wanted to get there much faster. you know skip the inbetween. skip the work.

work

i wonder if this being an artist thing is going to work out. i'm not sure if i will be happy any other way. 
¶ 2:46 PM |