konstantine

That song’s been stuck in my head for a whole fucking week, on and off. Mostly on. It’s my theme song, at the moment.

This is to the boy who got into my head with all the pretty things he did.

I regenderised that quote, but gosh, the whole song is just almost exactly me.

I haven’t started NaNoWriMo yet. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to write every night, with coursework and all, but I didn’t anticipate the oddness of it. Last year, I wrote all the time. Now I’ll proberly be writing a bit tonight (insomnia) and the other 15k words on Saturday when my parents are gone. I’m really excited about this story because it’s different than my other novelideas. It deals with more dirty, realistic sorts of things. And at the same time it’s so surreal.

My Paper Person, real to me or not, it becoming more and more a part of me every day. Me and Twin were getting frustrated with Ray over the weekend because we ended up planning everything around Tim. We get it, she has a boyfriend, but she has friends, too. I didn’t complain to her, but me and Twin were ecky. At the same time, I know why she wants to be around him every possible moment she can. If she feels any bit as strongly as I do about him, then I pretty much don’t mind. It’s just hard to watch it. It makes me want to cry and at the same time be happy and frolic in fields of daisies because Ray’s found someone. I don’t know.

I’m feeling more depressed more often right now. I might start running again, just to see if the whole endorphins thing works. I used to run a lot. But… not really anymore. Doesn’t help that my mother just yells at me all the time about. And the rest of my family, for fuck’s sake.

I really want to see DeKaff and Izzo.

I need to do Chemistry.

This shocked me into silence.

Goodnight.

Cheers,

Wanda



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