Originally Posted by savannah

ok ok ok,...so many not kill MYself,....but kill this self that is living in a constant state of stress

here i sit, by no ones fault but my own, on music banter,....not writing a research paper i had due at 8am on hemingway's use of dialog to explore the dynamic between male and female within a strained relationship, in "the hills like white elephants"

the words aren't coming, the air is filled with bowie, i've stopped giving a ****,.....and right now my biggest worry is i'm almost out of weed, i drank all the booze in the house, and all i have left is one piece of two day old sausage, onion, and green pepper pizza from the italian joint down the road

i have no idea how i'm gonna pay financial aid back when i flunk out of school