Stephanie Street

taking a short leave of absence.

…i think i’m gonna stay up and watch the sunrise. i think that would be nice.

i don’t know what i’m doing here.

i don’t know who i’m talking to.

i don’t know.

i don’t know.

i don’t know.

i don’t know.

Trust the internet anymore…

Go to sleep…

now it seems that things are really getting better…

N.E.R.D.

all mixed up/don’t know what to do/next thing you turn around…

this history lesson doesn’t make any sense in any less than 10,000 year increments.

huh?! whaaaaa?

I’ve got some plans to make I suppose.

So do you.

i want to know where my sister’s going too. oh dear, she’s so much like me. but not.

…to control the anger…

…to tune people out sometimes…

…to stop the nervous tics…

…to close my eyes and dream…

…to be good…

i hope you’re listening. reading. looking. whatever.

and i hope you get here soon.

this place is hell.

my mother is driving me BONKERS.

i can’t listen to her speak.

i can’t be in my room for long without longingly looking out the window like a FUCKING 10 YEAR OLD.

i can’t eat. (let alone let her feed me.)

i’m smoking SO MANY CIGARETTES.

someone please get me out of here.

take me back to the people who love me the way i need to be loved right now.

please.

p.s. i do love hell in a sense i suppose. it’s comfortable. kind of. sometimes. but i feel completely trapped. COMPLETELY TRAPPED. I CAN’T BE FREE HERE! LET ME OUT!

…I want to find a new one. Start over. With all of you. Or by myself…Or something…Fresh start! Yippee!

and I also want some FUCKING ANSWERS!!!!! OK?!?!?!?!?! I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING! DON’T LISTEN TO ME! DON’T LOOK AT ME! LET ME BE. PLEASE!!! (haha. i’m NUTSO.)

“you can’t hide from the truth cause the truth is all there is.”

rest easy. tomorrow will be even better.