Mr. Blue sky

My mind is so everywhere, I begin to draw something and then stop midway through. It's like me focusing on drawing something is not an option anymore. I'm not depressed, I'm not sad, I'm not not happy. All those are basically the same thing, I just happened to give them different names. Second week of school is done. I was going to help my sister finish packing her room up. She's actually moving out for sure now. It'll be okay. Especially since I get her room, but she's too busy watching harry potter and drinking tea. Here is an awkwardly funny conversation I was texting during class.

cris: I'm so bored.
toria: so go home.
cris: I missed yesterday.
toria: why?
cris: because I was at the doctors..
toria: oh yeah, what'd they say?
cris: well they drew some blood and I got the test results back. I might be gay..
toria: omg..
cris: yeah it's pretty serious.
toria: what do we do?
cris: I say we have sex to save my sexuality.
toria: don't pull this shit on me again! I already fell for it once!
cris: hahahahahahaaha, gotchaa.

Oh and..
cris: MY MOM JUST HIT A FUCKING BUTTERFLY WITH HER CAR!!

I don't know why I labeled myself in that last one but I really was freaking out that she hit that little orange butterfly. I felt kind of bad. It was just minding its own business. Then BAM, green car.

p.s. I get my own record player.