my eye hurts. it's probably going to fall out.
i'm tired. i should go to sleep.
i'm amazing. you are too.
i'm going to drive on the highway tomorrow. i'm scared.
i already said goodnight. i should be getting ready for bed.
i watched glee. Harry Shum Jr. made me smile when he danced.
i am wasting time. i really should be going up to bed.
i've said the same thing about three times. it's probably annoying you by now.
life's moving too fast. it's moving way too slow.
i don't like being a teenager. someday i'm going to wish i was a teenager again.
ha. maybe not.
this is stupid. why do i call this stupid?
i should take pride in this. why?
i don't know. okay.
i'm really going to sleep now.
i have this weird feeling inside. i don't know what it is. like i want something. or someone. like i'm unsure. like i'm nervous. i don't know. that doesn't explain it. but i can feel it right below my rib cage and in my stomach.
maybe it's just telling me to go to sleep.