because im sick of communication and what you fucking do to me
I'm looking for inspiration in disgusting places
Im frustrated, and suffocated by the indoors
and by people who want to talk about life
my restless mind has woken me up this morning
not that I really ever slept
or needed rest in the first place
I wont sleep till im tired or eat till im hungry
just as much
I'm not coming home to rest my head until I've explored your woods to my satisfaction
It's not the vastness of the city that is choking me
it is the way we feel so fucking important here
the size of this city makes people feel bigger than they are and even if you've known them for life they'll still try to make you believe so
I'm so fucking sick of these status updates and entries and clever fucking posts because I don't get anything from them
I hate drinking I hate eating I hate smoking I hate this schedule
it is fake and it is fucking my body up
I have so much energy that I dont know what to do with
I've never had so much energy before in my life and if I dont burn it now I will have lost what creativity or sovereign thought that was bursting at the seams
I've never been so wild free careless
just like I've always been
I want my naked summer and I want it now
Where does that begin? sure as hell not here looking at your fucking ugly face.
My summer does not fucking begin blogging about it and I will NEVER be the type of girl that has a blog. NEVER and you can't make me believe otherwise
This blog should be called : "I'm just spinning my wheels for a second, hold on"
I'll get unstuck soon, just as soon as the ground dries up I'll drive right out of here.
She's going to ask: what the fuck are you doing awake?
And I'm going to reply: "What the FUCK are you doing asleep?? Do you know what sort of time you are missing out on"
It's gross how I feel like I have to wait for a reasonable hour in order to go outside.
In at least 10 minutes I will begin to hike, not away from you, but somewhere that you're not.
Until I write next, which hopefully will be never, or maybe just until there's bad weather or I have something good to say.
I wont miss you, blog
fuck you, facebook
You are stupid and I dont understand you, twitter
you make me look like an asshole, touch phone
this is how fucking sick you make me
