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Tuesday, June 24, 2003
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I hate Tuesdays. No I mean I really HATE tuesdays. On tuesdays I hate myself, I hate boy, I hate being angry and I hate being placid. I hate the day and the sun and the heat and consciousness. One Tuesdays its is impossible for me to sleep. [at two a.m. my eyes pop open, and they never close. They wait for you say goodnight] I'm not with him.. i'm not speaking to him [he doesn't call despite my need to hear] and my heart pounds as if its trying to claw its way out of my chest. All those old feeling of ache and disgust come back, trying to overpower me. And by the time the morning comes - I want to let them.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
And fuck the rest of the world.
i'm going elsewhere.
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