I can't say it like I write it...I can't write it like I think it...I can't think it like I feel it...and I don't feel a thing.
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
im back to the old system where i refuse to do anything because i have to study and then i dont actually study and i dont actually do anything either and so now i fail my history final and didnt even have fun with friends instead. it will be good to have summer.
He heard the words drag out. He felt them pull out of his mouth like freight cars, jangling, backing up on each other, grating to a halt, sliding, clinching back, jarring, and then suddenly stopping as roughly as they had begun. It was over. --Flannery O'Connor, "The Barber"
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