it's just one of those mornings

i'll tell all my best friends that i'll be something one day. i'll reach out and show them i'm important. they'll just stare at me, maybe. they'll tell me i'm already important, maybe. i need to prove it to myself, maybe. i need to prove i'm something. i need to prove that i am important to someone. i need to find. i need to realize. i need to cope. i need to deal. it was when i woke up this morning. it was 5 AM. it was then that i really really realized that i need contact. i fucking miss existance. then i got up and strolled to the kitchen, ate a ding dong...i guess i feed when i'm feeling down, maybe. it's just this week i think...this week that's happening and the future of it. i think i'm stressing about school without admitting it. i havent even talked or thought about it fully because every time i begin to i sort of get scared. i just need a break. or... to exist for a little while.
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amanda, it's diana. sometimes i want to tell you this. i want to tell you that i want you to examine me like a science specimen and find me between two pieces of glass, swimming. and watch my organisms function and die and spawn their regrowth. and watch my bacteria spread out like a girl on a screen behind a theater and i guess what'll divide us is a little clicking machine, may it be clock and time or your shutters.