Im bored. so bored. i cant believe ive gone from writing in this thing a lot to almost never to nearly three times a day again.
The view out of the office window is never changing. it tires me. i cant sleep for the panic and the bile riseing from my stomach. im lonelly im sad and i like a boy whos last name i do not know. i need a holiday. i need my friends but everyone is busy today and the air conditioning is on.
My stomach flips every time my phone beeps. just this once cant it be something good. myabe its true that you only feel like this once in your life and damn i was in love with Pete and thats my ration used. Surely love cant be rationed? i hope not. im starting to sound stupid and im tired so im not sure what is real.
Bring me my medication and feed me to the dogs. my time around here is nearly up.
Pass the bottle please.