Fake it like you matter, that's a lie we can both keep.

Now I know why today was such a slow day. And a blur one at that. Lessons just never seem to end and breaks are a tad too short. The nicest of all songs play at the wrong beat, and the horrible ones can't even block out the noise.

You.
I feel bad. And I'm really very sorry for that day. I don't blame you for the things you're doing now (yes I did notice them, stop denying it). Maybe I just don't deserve to know you better. Ah of course I don't. Sorry.

And you.
It stings. Alot. Did you know that?


I would love the new metal to (under) my skin if it had blocked out all these raw emotions charging straight at me like how the rest did last time. But it just throbs in an awfully wrong way, making it all just suck even more.

I've to do my EOM, and study for my Essay test tomorrow, but I'm too busy whining about my emo life. Talk about teenage angst.
Ugh at least I admit that I'm angsty. Right? Fuck it, I'm off to whine again.


If embracing this huge ego of mine once again will make things easier, I would.
May there be lesser drama.
And I certainly hope that I won't regret this.