drifting

courtney is only 90 miles away but i feel like we are
drifting drifting drifting
my work never ends and my grades are never up
lifting lifting lifting
my weight is slowly rising and my hope is steadily
falling falling falling
the night is the loneliest because i know that no one is
calling calling calling

1200 greenvale ave

Jane Eyre is a good book so far and i feel like an idiot for not having read it already.

we must live in this little white and green house because it is the most reasonable and also so cute.

i wonder how this living situation is going to actually work out next year. i wonder who will actually live through the year. something tells me not everyone possibly can.

i dont want to go back to work tomorrow or quite frankly ever again.

i miss matt and would like to go home.