i'm skipping class today. i have no real reason why. i simply felt like it i suppose. i ran into kris and brandon. i don't think they were impressed. i don't care. i don't have time to worry. i think i'll head home early today. enjoy the time. i don't get enough. maybe i have too much. i never manage it right. i don't care too. i guess. i'm a little nervous. about everything. shaky. are my hands. not really. i lie. a lot. and more. simply for amusement. if you can't handle it all. than leave. and i would if i could and i know i should. someday i will. i suppose. go. leave. venture off into my own little world. make something of myself. maybe? hopefully. someday. things will change and rearrange. and i won't worry. and nothing will burden my soul down. into the shadows. begging for mercy. i'd like to write a book. but talent is lacking. i suppose. i don't know. i'm edgy today. and messy. and stinky. and lazy. as usual. i need to escape this awful routine. i can't keep up with this another 22 years and so many days. you're born. you live. you die. moving onto nothing more. but the quiet inviting darkness. suffocating your sorrow. i have a parking ticket to pay. again. and again. i wish i had my own little space. and island. alone. in the middle of nowhere and nothing. between a rock and absolute space. this dude next to me i can hear him breathing. annoying. i need to go i guess. dfn.