cheatedbyscience

Dear everyone who is someone who is anyone Nothing Amuses me anymore. There is a bad taste in my mouth I cannot get rid of. The headaches I keep behind my eyes clap in approval. They cannot wait to be let out in the seventh hour, when I run out of water or patience or common sense. Oh yes, this music business, these songwriting schemes, I have maybe three months more. Everyone thinks it is fucking rocket science, but it is only something to do when you are bored. I should start taking things seriously, but I cannot take myself seriously. Oh stop stoppppp they keep saying that I say the same things over and over again. That is just How It

Every calendar I see is lying to me; either that or I am going crazy (for real, this time). These past three weeks have been excellent; I don't remember any of it! I know I must have done really great things; that I have behaved exactly as a reckless kid in high school should behave; that I have stayed out all night and driven to the top of the mountain and done all manner of stupid things for no reason. (This is not true. I am sure of it) I also know that I must have done every inch of homework I promised to do back in December; that I must have pasted magazine pictures in Maslow's Triangle and written one of those ridiculous analytical e

Short pants romance. Learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed, try to be a suck-cess. No one gets it, who cares. I don't get it. Oh hell, kids. Oh hell. Look at this. Look at how ridiculous my goddamn GPA is going to be in a few weeks. I am happy, but I am not happy at all. I can't decide. I think I'm going crazy. Maybe I am going crazy. What do you think? Hell, I don't know. All I know is that I am going to be a little detached here. Very soon. When everything starts getting busy, I won't be around here, guys. I am taking a holiday. I hope I have a name you can remember, I won't see you for a long long time. I'm not being sentimental, I