February 2012
52 posts
Rain by Raymond Carver
Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.
Then looked out the window at the rain.
and gave over.Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.
Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgivable mistakes?
yes, given half the chance. Yes.
W.T.F.
My room is overwhelmingly messy. There are clothes everywhere, my papers and shit are scattered all over the floor. I slept in, so I’m hours behind on my route, and I have not an ounce of motivation to do anything. Home work….I don’t even want to go there. My anxiety is through the roof. I don’t even know where to begin.
Home work
All day. It will never end. I’ve even got recovery shit to do. I keep telling myself
It’ll be worth it. Do work
lol
And people wonder why I have trust issues.
Fuck Superbowl.
Writing poetry and I’m fucking pissed.
Everything means nothing to me.
