writing is so much more difficult when one would rather be screaming.
i want to yell, and i want to dance, and i want to run barefoot down a very long hallway until my lungs burn and my legs collapse and i want to do anything to not feel so stuck. so still.
tonight i sit in my room. watching 500 days of summer. crying. listening to the smiths. wishing i was zooey deschanel (yet another addition to my inclination towards manic pixie dream girls) i swear the amount of jealousy i get for fictional characters is one of the least healthy things about me.
i'm just sitting. sometimes i get so tired of my room i could kill myself.
not really.
don't worry about me, i'll feel better in the morning, it's just that kind of moment right now.
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Kodi
do gymnastics