Helter Skelter

I'm hungover on holiday cheer.

My head hurts and things look bleak.

After such a lovely weekend,

I can't see why I am not just bursting with

Love and good-will.

I'm pissed off and grumpy and

Seriously sleepy.

And I'm busy with filming for a projecting

That somehow doesn't seem so fun anymore.

Herding people into my house,

Filming them

And dealing with them,

(That'll be the worst part)

And then making it seem fun.

I am not thrilled in the slightest.

I am not thrilled

With in-cars

Waking up

School

School projects

And just being busy.

I'm all kinds of whack right now,

And the stress of whatever all of this crap is

Is making me feel downright miserable.

I can honestly say I'd like to sleep

And not wake up for a long while.

Not die or anything, just sleep.

And have it be peaceful.

Not full of strange dreams

And short hours.

I haven't written anything

Save one lousy poem.

I am so bothered by all of this stupidity

And shit

And lists of things to be done

And all of the craziness

And I'd so like to just lock myself up in

A room with some blankets

And my new guitar

And a notebook and pens

And never come out.

I'd like to never see another person.

I never liked them that much anyway.

And I feel like a hug would be nice.

But horrible,

Because then I would either maul the person or cry.

And I'm not sure which would be worse.

Being the utterly pathetic person I am,

I also miss him.

I'd like to say, for the record,

That's it's pretty lame to miss someone that won't miss you,

And someone who you shouldn't miss.

It's lame to pretend.

It's stupid to wish.

And I'm done.

I'm going to bed.

And if I could only sleep stress off,

Oh man,

Would I sleep.

I'm currently hating everything.

What a horrible feeling.

Goodnight and adieu.

I love you.