Wait, why am I even doing this?
Crying my eyes out in the corner over something so stupid.
Besides, I'm probably inhaling all kinds of dust laying here.
So what if I acted so stupid, said all the wrong things?
It won't matter in a few years anyway, when the neighborhood's gone.
It wouldn't have made me any less awkward.
She's already headed off on her own, dealing with her own problems, she doesn't need another one to deal with.
Maybe it's a good thing that I held off on everything.
I don't even know why I was here in the first place. Maybe it's because the people that pissed you off before piss you off even more when there's only a few people left. I don't know why I'm mad either, but I am. Sometimes I worry that I can't even stand the people that I like to be with. Sometimes I worry that I'll overdose on what they have to say and who they are, what they smell like, what they sound like.
Sometimes I worry that they overdose on me.
Maybe I'm just selfish.
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- JJ Lynn
- I'm currently a freshman at NYU . I'm majoring in Film/TV at the Tisch School of the Arts. I'm supposed to graduate in 2015. Right now, I'm probably supposed to be writing an essay. I play a little guitar. By that I mean I don't play that well. Though a little guitar would be neat as well. I want to be a film editor when (if) I grow up. I play chaser/beater for the NYU Nundu, our very own Quidditch team. I enjoy Cheez-its, long walks on the beach, and oxford commas.
2 comments:
Finaly a post :) lol
but this one is interesting
I completly nderstand what you mena abotu being sick of people
but really It hinmk there is always something new with some one so maybe that way we wont get too bored with them
This was very interesting and sad and scary and teenage angsty all at the same time. I feel like this all the time, probably why I never talk to you two times in a row in one day, because I already think you're sick of me.
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