Window A

so close yet so far away.

i don't know why i even bother. hc is full of murderous teachers.

i don't know why i sit in a corner with tears falling when i should be perfectly happily in love. i miss having someone to talk to whenever i feel like. now i pick up the phone and just wonder if i'll be bothering them in their ohsobusy lives. now when i read about other people's lives i see them moaning about lost/unrequited loves and envy. because they at least have people who bother if they're dead or alive.

i don't feel life with the intensity that i should. i am happy only because i think it's right that i should. i am sad because it seems like it is something i should be sad about. i want to talk about anything and everything with someone who understands me, but when i do get to speak, the words fail me. hey babe :) how's everything? i love you :)

the night before chem block tests i dreamt about a sexually mutilated kid whose mom told him to 'go use that copper wire' (for reasons i cannot fathom). i think i was the kid. the tuition teacher who came to my house and sat under the canopy in the backyard told me that i was one of the worst in the class. i am seventeen and i suffer from sporadic depression. don't mind me.