The problem is I never want to wake up. I never want to go to school in the morning. I just want to lay there all night and just think. Make up every possible scene and story in my mind, pick out the perfect background music, and just watch it all play out. Its not that I hate to sleep. I just don’t ever want to wake up and be disappointed with the way things turn out in reality.
Not Really Procrastination, But For Sure Boredom
Would you be surprised if your most recent ex called you tonight? —For sure Do you read magazines, or just look at the pictures? —Mostly look at the pictures This time last year, can you remember who you liked? —Hahaha yep, silly me Does it bother you when people try to make you jealous? —I wouldn’t really notice because I’m clueless to such Have you ever been called beautiful?...
Call Me Crazy
But I think all the ignorance that I think gives me bliss and all the knowledge that I think is giving me power is giving me a perception of things that might just get me nowhere unhappily and with no power to fix it. But hey, I call myself crazy all the time.