Misery

Here i sit, on the floor of my room, hanson music playing for the 89th time, clothes all over the floor, trying to come up with something. Music music music. That's all i really did today. So many hours of my life are being vaccumed into the black hole. I am not able to do anything. It's all a mind game.

No one cares about anybody's problems. Truth.

I have a tank top on and underwear. That's it. I'm growing my hair out but it's making me feel like a cavewoman. It's suits me. i glance at myself in the mirror. I'm on my period. And as usual, I can't think of anything good about my body. I'm looking looking for something to do. I have to be doing something. I feel like there was something I was supposed to do years ago but I don't know what it really is. And my life isn't going to start doing anything until I do that thing.

Today I was playing with a Bitty Baby for about an hour, making it do funny dances. My dad took it from me and starting making it swing some punches. I laughed the hardest I have laughed in about a year. But other than that

I want to throw things at people.

And thus, my period on full throttle.