"sometimes/it's just that nothing seems worth saving..."

friday night I moped around and cleaned my room. saturday night I did laundry. WOW WHAT AN EXCITING WEEKEND.

now I am at work, procrastinating, and crocheting a ridiculously tiny octopus in the same yarn as my handwarmers (by which I mean from leftover handwarmer yarn, heh).

tired tired tired.

I want it to be spring break. I'm tired of feeling and being alone.



she reads the minds of all the people
as they pass her by
hoping someone can see