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Mood: Tiiiired
Song: Get Me an Exit; The Sophomore Attempt

Lately.
I've been so bored.
And angry.
Just like mad at the weather.
Mad at my friends.
Mad at school.

I want summer to be here.
I'm tired of Algebra.
It happened after I got over the flu...
I think missing that much school work..And how it brought down my grade really depressed me. Haha.

And I haven't been sleeping well..Again...
Just..I don't even know why.

I don't wanna admit it.
I don't ******** want to.
******** you.

I wonder why you haven't bothered to talk to me.
Like text or anything.
Or like harass me...
Who knows?!
Busy out partying like a boss?!
Hahaha.
Ffffff.

Why do I always write in this thing when I'm depressed?
Lmfao.
I just want a week off, from EVERYTHING.
School. Work.
Homework.
People.
Caring.
Worrying.
Just sleep a lot.

Welcome to Rapture!
Modify your body into something beautiful!
Addiction, ascetically pleasing becomes a necessity,
Monsters, anamorphic gobs of flesh,
Adam, adam, more, more, we need our fix,
Pistols, Fireworks, Claws - We all have our weapon of choice,
Ryan was our god,
Lamb was our savior,
We obey like the mindless zombies we turned ourselves into,
Hungrily, we stalk and wait for them - Big Daddy and his Little Sister,
Watch now as she stabs her 'angel',
The yummy red liquid fills her jar,
I want more, my body craves and itches for this,
Rush in, Big Daddy smells the threat in the air,
He'll defend his precious one until the very end,
And now, his signature move,
He bids me adieu,
Metal connects with flesh,
Spinning, turning,
The last words I hear, "Look daddy, another angel"