solitude.

the more i'm sitting here like this, the less i'm enjoying it

i have nothing to do.

i have no LIFE anymore.

if i sit here any longer i may very well get drunk and start cutting my hair.

i'm sick of worrying about who's right.

i'm sick of being a subconscious know-it-all.

i'm sick of allowing my pride get in the way.

i'm sick and DAMN tired of worrying about these bitches.

i'm sick of being so damn self-sonscious all my life.

i'm sick of worrying what other people think.

i'm tired of not knowing who Lesley even is anymore.