Apr 142009
I’m bored. I’m listless. I’m driving a tin can of a car which isn’t even mine! Driving it makes me feel like I’m sitting on the floor. The darned car is so low it makes me feel short.
And I don’t like feeling short. I’m not even that short to begin with. My head is in the clouds. I wanna be far away. I wanna go to sleep. I wanna be left alone. I just wanna eat my Oreos with milk.
Okay, just ignore me, I’m not myself… and don’t wait up!
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what happen babe? well, things like this struck me at times too. well, i call that, adjustment.
@blinka
Thanks for asking, just an ‘off’ day, I guess.