"welcome yourself to this world: hope you enjoy your stay.
help yourself to this world: its rapidly passing away..."
-steele

I was going to write a song for you, but I forgot the words.

My head hurt till I took some strong medication, then it hurt less, and I got out of all of yearbook for newspaper loveliness. Newspaper is the only reason I really woke up this morning. My head was floating around, and Mrs. Johnson went off on some creepy tangent, so I pulled my sweatshirt up to my eyes, and hid under it, as much as I could without actually "having my hoodie on", and tried to block her and her strong perfume out of my bubble.

Must watch something Jane Austin or Shakespeare, I feel a sudden lack of English in my world. Good day.