she looks like the real thing,
she tastes like the real thing. my fake plastic love.
but I can't help but feel I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. and it wears me out, it wears me out.
and if I could be who you wanted, and if I could be who you wanted....all the time.
thank god its the weekend. my philosophy class is one big mind fuck and makes me think all day long and I can't take it. everything is just a version of something else.
I want to do something tonight since I spent yesterday doing nothing but eating and sleeping. Hahah sucks but hopefully if I start taking my vitamins regularly the iron will kick in and ill have a normal level of energy. Everything is kind of just on hold and I hate that since I'm the furthest thing from a patient person. Maybe today things will start moving along again.
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