I've Run Out Of Time
And gained nothing from it.
I am never surprised, I suppose I shouldn't expect to have been so this time. A black mark upon my life, that is what you shall be. The one who I didn't matter to.
Now, to wrap myself in misery, the only thing I know how to do. I have a final for a course I've already failed once in less than a week, and all I have to show for this is stitches through my hand.
My first choice is never given to me, so I shall merely leave it empty. I was right, it will hurt. I have laundry to do, meat to eat, a costume to design, a dinner to attend, a book to write, a final to succeed at, a second statistics course to pass, a year of school to attend, a thesis to write, jobs to find, a life to lead. And yet I would have given it all up for someone who doesn't care.
I suppose I really am as fucked up as people accuse me of.
Currently Listening: Nine Inch Nails - And All That Could Have Been