all i got is my music and my afro.
i’m in a really weird mood right now. comfortably melancholy-like. i don’t like it.
i want to talk to someone. i need to vent. but i can’t pick up the phone and reach out to someone. i can’t find the words.
i hate this.
i have a feeling i won’t be able to go to sleep again tonight. too bad he has work in the morning. it’s not like he hears me anyway.
i need to break-up with the non-existant boyfriend.
and get a life.
at least i have some money in the bank.
i’m not writing. i’m just hanging in here.
and i’m confused.
but maybe if i turn my attention to packing up my entire room in boxes, i’ll get over it. maybe.
i just want to throw everything away and start new.
but i come with baggage.