I realize I don't want to be.
Or feel.
Or do anything at all.

Part of me doesn't want to go to college.
Or get a job.
Or drive.

I wish I had the heart to push people away.
But I still do care about them.
Just not in the right ways.
And far from enough.

Too many things are coming to an end.
And way too many are beginning.

I'm tired.
I wish I could lay in my bed for the rest of...

Skipped school today. I have such an aversion to taking the bus in the morning and my mom couldn't take me today, so I sort of just sat in bed refusing to get dressed until I ran late. Not to mention I dropped my Kindle on my face and managed to cut my lip, and I gave myself a little bit of a fat lip. So my face hurt. And TH was down this morning.

Well, I DID start getting dressed after a while but either way it was too late and for some reason I was such an emotional wreck this...