tuesday afternoon, 1:22. i'm at school, i have a class at 3:30.
I should be doing homework, it's not like i don't have any.
There's just too much going on inside my head for me to concentrate on things like the Medieval View of the Crusades, or Salvador Dali's works in relation to Freud's ideas of psychoanalysis.
And honestly, i couldn't care less.
I'm wondering why I can't get myself to take decisions and to keep them.
I'm wondering why my phone hardly ever rings anymore, and when it does, it's usually bad news.
I'm wondering what the mixed signals mean. And if it's worth getting hurt once again.
I'm wondering why I can't find the right words, ever.
I'm wondering what's going to happen next.
I don't even think I want to know. I wish I could forget how to think.
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