We could be laughing lovers , I think you'd prefer to be miserable instead.

You know when you just want to sleep so you can get away from it all? Like some people resort to drugs or alcohol... well I'm beginning to think sleep has become my escape. I come home, and even when I'm not tired i hide under a blanket and curl up and fall asleep. My dreams have become the only sane thing... and my dreams aren't sane. believe me. 

I can't pinpoint my emotions. I feel about 70 emotions and i don't know why, or for what. some would peg that as being a teenager, or pms or something... but its not.

I need the weekend. And i need my friends.

I'm also freaking out because we have 30 days of school left. I can't handle knowing im going to be a junior. and that i have to grow up. i wish i could slow time. i wish i could re-do everything just to prolong this dreaded process. most people are excited for school to end... i dread it. it means im that much closer to getting older, to growing up, to moving on, to leaving friends, to responsibility, to going into the cruel world.

sigh. im going to listen to some Franz Ferdinand now.