FED UP.

maybe i shouldn't dream of ppl dying,

i should dream of myself dying and die in my dreams.

i sit on my bed and use my lappy.

i push myself backward, as if throwing myself on the bed.

i lie on my bed and look at the glowing stars and think.

i sit up and blog.

and when i say i don't like u, i mean it.

and i swear to it now.