Till The Atlantic's Dry |
confusing times o/~ You explained me to your parents, English wasn't their first language, they spoke German, hated Germans, confusing times. o/~ Dan Bern, how I love thee. Grandma came over. Brought the dogs. the dogs are eating things off my floor. confusing times. I am a huge, acidic, fermented ball of anger. And not even calcium carbonate can neutralize me now, take that Mr. Leeder, chemistry teacher. Tomorrow I go to the doctor, and I'm unsure of who to believe anymore, me or you or the guy next door. All Rules Are For My Benefit. I'll thank you when I'm older and I understand. Yes, yes, I'm a good girl, fold your hands in your lap. confusing times. I had first choice for whatever topic I wanted for the WW2 history project, since each person had to do a different topic relating to WW2, we drew numbers from a hat. I knew what topic he wanted, he knew what topic i wanted, since we'd discussed it in class. He explained to me why he needed that topic, and that I could't possibly understand it like he did. I told him he was right. I gave him my little piece of paper with the number 1 in exchange for his number three. he thanked me. why? I'm NOT not listening to her. I'm just disobeying unspoken orders. This crypticness is going to piss a lot of people off. It pisses *me* off. I'm sorry. Today I tried to read a tattered volume of Kant's Critique of Pure Reason that I got in the library's damaged books bin for 3 dollars a few days ago. confusing times. |
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