binny

...and it's a story that might bore you, but you don't have to listen...


I've got Ziggy Stardust stuck in my head.
Hell, my head is one jumbo blur today.
It was my birthday on Friday. Nothing seems much different. At least not better, that's for sure.
(I have been chasing the boy for so long now. I just don't know how to keep him. He looks at me like he's not there. There's no passion. I'm not sure there's even any love left. (if there was love to begin with) How am I supposed to know? How do any of us know? We'll never really know. We'll never really know each other. It's so frustrating. I am so very confused. )
Life is just too much, and too little all at once. I'm 22 years old, and what have I done? Nothing. I spend most of my time smoking weed, amongst other drugs, reading, watching tv, working at a small town stripbar, and fucking.
This is the babblings of a small town girl. I don't really want to do the whole "city living" thing. I tried it. I don't like it much more. I still just spend most of my time fucking around, and being high. I suppose I just don't have much lust to do anything else.
My mother just came home. I really am starting to hate living here with them again.
I need to get out. I need to save up and get back on my feet and get out into the world.
The tension from mother being home is really ruining any drive to write.