i am driving
85 in
the kind of morning
that lasts all afternoon

im just stuck inside the gloom

four more exits to my apartment
but i am tempted to
keep the car in drive
and leave it all behind

i rent a room and i
fill the spaces with
wood and places to
make it feel like home

but all i feel is alone
it might be a quarterlife crisis
or just a stirring in my soul

either way

i wonder sometimes
about the outcome
of a still verdictless life
am i living right?
am i living right?
why, why georgia why?

so what so i've got a smile on
it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head

dont believe me
dont believe me
when i say i've got it down

everybody is just a stranger
but that's the danger in
going my own way
i guess that'sa price i have to pay
still every thing happens for a reason
it's no reason not to ask myself
if i am
living it right?
am i living it right?
am i living it right?
why, tell me why,
why, why georgia why?

john mayer why georgia

always the perfect song to mirror that perplexing day.

i have four words to say to you, you, you and you.
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT. ( and i wish i didnt bother.)
thanks for ruining my day with one phrase.

i am friggin sick and tired of conflicts. i am going to deal with them once and for all, and i've had it with people. enough with their warped perspective, enough with their assumptions. think what you want because because because guess what? I DONT GIVE A DAMN. (YES I DONT.)

kinda ironic how i like to study the subject of history but i loathe my own history like i hate brinjals. thanks for reminding me about the past. i hate this whole ups-downs-ups-downs i want to end it once and for all!
im so tired of trying to laugh off every single tragedy that comes my way.
it's frigggggggin tiring how my kind and good intentions always end up like this. i friiiiiggin dont want to care anymore. idontcareidontcareidontcareidontcareidontcare. DONT even try to read me. you dont know a THING. (idontcare anyway!)

sometimes all i want to do is slap myself continuously. stupid, stupid pearleen.

need a rant very soon, cleverpliers. with all these reminders nostalgia hits and pretty soon im on the floor. only you know, only you know.

i never though i'd agree with hannah on this.

I HATE BOYS (AND THEIR GOOD FRIENDS).
(with the exception of all you from afj <3)

okay, enough indulgence for today. im friggin sad but you know what? it doesnt matter. it doesnt matter. it doesnt matter because God knows, He knows every single thing and at the end of it all, every hurt every wound is going to count. i know it.