The scent of Vaseline in the summertime.


Had a terrible day. Knew things wouldn't go right, since the moment I had that nasty feeling last night - premonition? I wouldn't be surprised. Soul's soaked with guilt. Got to squeeze it dry somehow. Restitution: compensating, making good that which I've done wrong. But tell me, how?

I'm supposed to be doing 3 at once. Maybe it'll be so much better just ripping me apart. The order's all wrong. Perhaps it's fault of mine. If learning the hard way's going to help, then by all means. But it's taking far too long. I don't have enough time for such. Got to get a grip, soon. I've tried too many times; guess it's futile. I feel inadequate.

Though all is not lost. The world can't be so bleak, can it? Being with people who care, love, and possibly even share the same (though severity differs) - friends - drains the pain. Down to every last ounce that floweth from this heavy heart. Just so dense. It's therapeutic: the way support heals, mending these wounds.

It's infectious, believe me. We all have our moments, don't we? Reckon I've one too many.

The general atmosphere today just spelled D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-N-G, with the exception of History and English lessons. At least there's saving grace. The best must've been Joy's letter. Now, that was hilarious. At least I felt so :D For goodness' sake, who ever thinks about stabbing themselves with a ball-point pen?! Hah.

Need matchsticks for these eyes. They mustn't, can't close tonight.