The right person

The rumi around my neck to come true

For me to get a life.

Thursday

the day i die

the day of my plane

until the day i lose 7 kilos

thanksgiving break

for when I can learn to drive

my birthday

Living and loving it

watching my limbo shape my life

sulking

Writing a speech

trying to live, more likely, survive

waiting, alone and bored

trying to lose it without exercising

drowning myself in last minute projects

riding a bike

sitting and waiting bored

I don't really mind, it's the searching that counts

I'll never have sex that good again

Sulk myself to death

Meh...

i'll invent the time machine

i'll suicide

it will happen

.........it better

I.....shall pout

somebody going to get hurt