It is what it is

What an explorer I am. I do nothing all day and nothing everyday. My time will come when something good and fun comes along. I laid in bed thinking I'd fall asleep last night, but nothing happened until my friend called me at twelve, stayed on the phone for half and hour and then gave up on trying and made toast.

I always do that, lay in bed, think about things that will bring me down and later pretend it's all okay. I don't mind it, it's not like I'm not used to it. This has been going on for a year already. It follows me to school, obviously at home, when I'm sleeping, when I'm trying to relax. Thoughts just pop up like a popping bag of popcorn. What a horrible metaphor I just used.

When things set on their way to being horrible, I can't help but not do something about it. I sit there, accepting what I'm thinking.

More news, I'm going to Sunny Hills for summer school. I basically made my tear ducts dry for two hours because of it.