Sometimes PostSecrets can hit so close to home.

Oh no, there goes composure.

Whatever I go through leads me to you….I’m not alright.

I get to eat Subway tomorrow. I’m pretty excited. It’s my favorite thing to eat because it’s not a gazillion calories and it’s GOOD and the vegetables are really good for me!

..and now I feel it in my head again.

I don’t write poetry, I am poetry.

Jeff’s not going to Monroe with us tomorrow..and now I’m sad. I cant ever be satisfied.

I spent a few hours talking to Eric tonight.

So, it’s like 1:50 and i’m not really all that tired. I’m starting to wonder if it’s even worth going to bed. I wish somebody was up. I feel like talking.

So I need to make a LIST! Get excited. + Buy tanning minutes. + Get haircut. + Buy skinny jeans. + Buy Rachel’s shoes. + Waste my money at Hot Topic on random clothes. + Play singstar sometime even if I have to play alone. + Go visit Grandmother. + Ask about groceries.

Sometimes, I get in the mood to listen to Tool and I listen to Stinkfist over and over like I’m smart.

“And Hilary didn’t even bat an eyelash. She just kept on doing what she was doing.” That’s because I’m not really the starting shit type like OBVIOUSLY you are!

You are the earth beneath my feet,
You are my gravity.
Cause lately I’ve been tired and uninspired.
Cause lately I’ve been tired and uninspired.

I ain’t doin’ much good, but I’m doin’ my best.

I’ve fallen in love with Gary Allan today.