So I don't talk to you everyday. I don't spend time. I don't care. I don't try. I'm always not free. Weelll, okay then. I kinda thought wrong.
Have you ever felt such frustration you wanna pull out your nails(not even your freaking hair-which btw is all dry and weird cos of the sweet atmosphere of this sweet school)? Seriously. Squeamish as I am, that's how I feel now.
Help.
Lucky there are still mad people like Pam with bright orange nails and tentacles and Castro with her usual violence which shakes(knocks/slams/forces)some sense into me. And Wendy who's...mad. And minhui and her kellogg girl hahaha.
This is getting absolutely nuts. I don't even care what they think anymore.
You know this thing about migraines? You could use a million ways to describe them. They're all different. "The clear one that feels like cracked porcelain around the rim of the nose. The wriggling one that feels like torn fiber optics under the left temple. The strange, empty one that makes me feel like the front upper left part of your head has completely disappeared and been replaced by crisp air." -Andrew Levy And, "His 'fellow migraineurs', as he calls them, include Thomas Jefferson, Emily Dickinson, Lewis Carroll, Rudyard Kipling, Charles Darwin and Elvis Presley. Reading about their epic suffering, you wonder how they ever got anything done at all." -Lev Grossman
I nv had the guts to admit to Wayne that when people tell me things, it goes in looking like e-l-e-p-h-a-n-t. All the alphabets instead of the picture of it. He'd just think I'm weird.
Anyway,I was in the bus once with a very painful head. Then I saw this very pretty girl in front of me. Her eyes are beautiful. I was just thinking if I could add eyeliner to her eye and it'd be perfect. Hmm, black glitter eyeliner! Yes, g-l-i-t-t-e-r-i-n-g. So when the bus jerked, my head went 'ouch', and the word p-a-i-n flashed across my mind. And so the word g-l-i-t-t-e-r-i-n-g p-a-i-n was mashed together in my head. Glittering pain. Seriously. I promise you guys, I'm not so weird when I don't have migraines. Lol
I'm so not perfect for you. Not that forever-happy girl. I hate it when he calls me instead and its not you. He tries to cheer me up, his car his smile his charisma. Sorry. He says its better than sitting alone. I don't agree. Why dyou say I would run away? But I don't know. I have this weird mental image of me grabbing a hand and running off. Put me in hell for that. I think its funny.
