I'm lying on my bed with a round, heavy stone in the center of my back because I want to be centered and I think it might be something like those stone massages--or, I thought--but so far its just a rock.
I'm feeling oppressed. By nothing. I am impulsively filling the silence with Linkin Park and I am only slightly ashamed.
I just finished reading a Sarah Dessen book (not ashamed) and am on to figure out how to raise 900 dollars in less than a week, so that I can keep going to this school.
If I am living on the streets by the end of next week, it's because Mills Student Accounts and Financial Aid is run by vampires.
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quit school and i'll quit my job and we can travel the world and be exotic vagabonds.
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