Make your mama sigh...
She's old enough to know better,
so cry baby, cry...
I was so depressed at Homecoming. I masked
it well, but I felt dead inside. Dead. Coffee house
guy was there with his girlfriend. Didn't I tell you
that no guy is that fine, that kind, and that much
of a gentleman AND single? It just doesn't happen.
I've been sick since then. Everyone in my suite
has a cold. Logic tells me that it's a virus, and
it'll go away, but it feels like I'm just not fighting.
I just don't want to.
I've been able to distract myself with exams and
midterms, but I finished my last test today. So now,
now I'm just depressed. Depressed, and sick.
And hungry, damn I want some chinese!
I did ace my exams though, and I finished early
enough that I had time to sit down and talk to the
astro-geek I met at lunch awhile back. He's sweet,
but I just don't get the interested vibe from him.
Which makes him no different than any of the other
men on this campus. Except the ones that refuse to
shower.
At least I have friends. HA!
I wanna cry. But I'm too tired. And sleepy.
And sick. And lonely. And depressed.
It's bad enough to be alone on St. Valentine's,
it's even worse to be alone on the dance floor,
and have a dj ten years older and looks like your
brother hit on you.
I'm just so tired.
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