number twenty nine.
- i look down at my mint chocolate chip ice cream in amazement
- how is it that a small amount of ice cream can quell the greater amounts of sadness?
- today was fun because i didn’t stay home all day
- i met irene and she’s not a bitch
- she’s pretty too
- and i napped listening to frank ocean
- it sucks that every time i thought about it i’d get sad
- idk i guess it’s my fault
- idk
- it sucks that you don’t know me
- and so my behavior is uncalled for
- i mean i’m not myself around you because you’re an asshole
- and yeah
- idk i just feel like eating mint chip ice cream until it’s my favorite flavor
- as of right now it’s just alright
- idk
- i feel like a faggot because right after frank ocean has his album come out online i’m all looking for his music and shit
- idk
- i feel like a bad friend because i didn’t say happy birthday to you
- i mean i didn’t just want to be like HAPPY BIRTHDAY and then we’d carry on conversing
- idk i wanted to do something else
- but i stepped back and just looked at what felt appropriate
- idk
- this sucks
- it makes me sad to see that all the people who know how to act in a social-societal setting aren’t going to do as well in life as those teenaged deemed “awkward” students
- idk
- it seems like the people with the biggest hearts and the most comfortable air about them won’t be groundbreaking in medicine and shit
- but there are a few people who somehow manage to maintain exemplary grades and a kick ass personality
- niggas like sabrina ma and dina and thienson
- idk
- idk why i feel so sad and shit
- and i don’t wanna be some self-diagnosed-depressed sixteen year old
- sigh
- if i said i was gonna cry it’d be so fucking terrible looking
- but if i didn’t it’d feel like i’m lying
- but i’m not going to cry
- idk
- i’m scared
- i don’t wanna cry
- i
- ugh
- can i be a writer
