i fergots about yalls...

today i broke my face.
i have a bruise. and a wound. that looks like it's perpetually oozing blood.
but isn't.
it just hurts to touch.
ow.

May Sixth

May Sixth. The sixth of may... I'm waiting for this to have more weight... meaning... It still hasn't come... It's 8:22...
It's been rolling about in my brain all day, though I'm yet to really feel it. If i'm going to at all. I did all my homework last night, so I could take my free to read catcher in the rye and sit outside freezing my butt off in this idiotic rochester weather, perhaps allowing myself to fall into depression again, just for a day. no, not depression. fall into my thoughts. that's what i meant.
but i didn't.
i hardly remembered until like... third period. i went inside cuz i got cold. i couldn't get into catcher in the rye. my thoughts wouldn't take me anywhere but the present.

i'm free.

uh... so it's may first....

its fair to say that i failed blog more frequently this april...
or did i?
i blogged more frequently, id say...
just not... everyday...
you know. i can't think of anything else to write so this is gonna be one of those infuriating posts where its like why can't she write more than like 5 sentences.
i'm really tired. i talked to liam until... 330.
the only thing i really remember is me suggesting that we get a flock of flying pandas... and an argument over whether or not i should pee.
we're all very sophisticated.