it had started to rain, but we didnt care every word that was spoken held onto the air

nothing feels worthy of doing right now. i tried to make a mixtape but i couldn't find songs good enough for your ears to hear. its 9 and i'm all out of things to do. i don't want to go to school tomorrow. i feel like i'm going to shead tears until i'm out. my neck hurts and my bed feels like the right place to lay down me and my salty wet eyes. < 9:01 p.m. on 2003-01-16 >