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Wednesday, June 23, 2004
The End
I was reading about Jim Morrison's death in Rolling Stone. Now I don't feel too good. I don't even know what it is I'm feeling right now. So don't ask me to express it.
Plus there's this crap with my mom. It's just getting ridiculous already. Just damn ridiculous. I'm going to talk it over with her tomorrow. Or try, anyway.
A shower would feel good right now, but I'm sure my dad would get angry if I did that, so I won't do that. Brushing my teeth sounds good. Then I think I'll write some poem or something, and listen to some calming, sad music.
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