Quote Originally Posted by Raivu View Post
Go and get a job.
Go and find a apartment.
Find somebody else.
Put them in the apartment.
Make them stay.
Get a toaster.
Go trk.
Get on the bus.
Look at my boss.
Say, ‘fuck.’
Sit down.
Pick up the thing.
Go blank.
Scream internally.
Go home.
Listen to the radio.
Look at the other person.
Think, ‘WHY? Why did this happen?’
Go to bed.
Lie awake!
At night!
Get up.
Feel groggy.
Put the things on—your clothes—whatever they’re called.
Go out the door, intrk—same thing!
Same people—again.
It is real—it’s happening to me.
Go home again!
Sit.
Radio.
Dinner—mmm.
GARDENING GARDENING GARDENING
death.
You need a hobby? I suggest experimental dance; or pottery.

Quote Originally Posted by Souleater View Post
Wakeup.
Rage
Rage
Lunch
Rage
Rage
Rage
Dinner
Rage
rage
Sleep
Rage
Rage
Rage
You sound like my ex-stepmom
Quote Originally Posted by Google View Post
Wake up
Shower
Do my hair/look sexy
get to school with like 2 mins before the bells right.. <- thats how i roll
Sit in a class for two hours..
Break
Sit in another class for two hours
sit in another class for an hour
Lunch
Sit in another class for two hours.
Depend on the day.. bball/or football Practice
If im not tired.. workout
Friends house
Go home
Take a shower
Eat a bigass snack
Check my internet stuff.
Watch NBA playoffs or whatever that is on
Dinner
Do homework.
Sleep..

Some days are different..
I roll like this, in an honorably similar manner.