Nothing at all to do.... wanting so bad to go out, feel the sun on my skin, hear the laughter of friends... *sigh* But I'm stuck here. Alone. Total boredom. "When you were here before Couldn’t look you in the eye You’re just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world And I wish I was special You’re so fuckin’ special But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here. I don’t care if it hurts I want to have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I’m not around You’re so fuckin’ special I wish I was special But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here. She’s running out again, She’s running out She’s run run run running out... Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You’re so fuckin’ special I wish I was special... But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo, What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here. I don’t belong here..." Don't know why.... just feels appropriate for some reason. Grr. I know this feeling. Creeping up inside, crawling up my spine. I'm gonne do something stupid. Something I'll regret... But boredom makes me restless... it makes me THINK... too much. And I do dumb things. Gods... my head is spinning... I've had this headache for days now... it makes my vision all funny... It hurts! Ugh. So dizzy. Maybe I should go lie down for a while....