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ivybgreenflower) wrote2005-01-25 02:04 am
ivybgreenflower) wrote2005-01-25 02:04 am
Oooookay.
I don't know why I'm here except to document my effed up ness.
I can't spell any more, can't form coherant thoughts, and I think I just passed from stressed teenage girl to someone in need of mental help.
I'm in pyjamas, ok. Mismatched ones. I'm still wearing my bra. About half of my hair jumped ship and is doing it's own thing somewhere around my head area. The rest badly needs to be washed. My feet are in very thick socks and are still cold. I've done about half of my homework. I have a WHOLE CRAPLOAD LEFT, but my hand just won't pick up the pen and sorry Mrs. Fisher, but you'll get my essay some other day, ok.
I've got the contents of my bookbag strewn around the living room in a WHY IS THIS RELEVANT TO SCHOOL kind of way. I keep sticking letters where they don't belong and taking them away from words and then getting SO CONFUSED. I still have three paragraphs, half the vocabulary, and some grammar to do/write/help me.
I have a headache that reminds me of what a heroin-and-crack addict would get when coming down off of a high, with some aspirin-caffeine withdrawals to make things interesting. I feel it in my NECK, y'all. In the back of my head. In the front of my head. ALL OVER MY HEAD IS THIS HEADACHE. It pounds. I hate life right now.
I just don't care any more. I'll slap some paragraphs together and do the grammar in Psychology and the vocab in Zoology.
Thank you and goodnight.
Ivyette @ 2:13 AM
I can't spell any more, can't form coherant thoughts, and I think I just passed from stressed teenage girl to someone in need of mental help.
I'm in pyjamas, ok. Mismatched ones. I'm still wearing my bra. About half of my hair jumped ship and is doing it's own thing somewhere around my head area. The rest badly needs to be washed. My feet are in very thick socks and are still cold. I've done about half of my homework. I have a WHOLE CRAPLOAD LEFT, but my hand just won't pick up the pen and sorry Mrs. Fisher, but you'll get my essay some other day, ok.
I've got the contents of my bookbag strewn around the living room in a WHY IS THIS RELEVANT TO SCHOOL kind of way. I keep sticking letters where they don't belong and taking them away from words and then getting SO CONFUSED. I still have three paragraphs, half the vocabulary, and some grammar to do/write/help me.
I have a headache that reminds me of what a heroin-and-crack addict would get when coming down off of a high, with some aspirin-caffeine withdrawals to make things interesting. I feel it in my NECK, y'all. In the back of my head. In the front of my head. ALL OVER MY HEAD IS THIS HEADACHE. It pounds. I hate life right now.
I just don't care any more. I'll slap some paragraphs together and do the grammar in Psychology and the vocab in Zoology.
Thank you and goodnight.
Ivyette @ 2:13 AM
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I sure hope you feel better tomorrow!
Hugs*
istina
Chr
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feel better! <3
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