focus, girl.

i have a major headache. i wish someone would come and rub my shoulders and make me tea. the yummy Ethiopian kind. i wanna dance. i wanna sing.i wanna pray more than i wanna do both of those things. i should be more intelligent than i am. i am more intelligent than i am. this is an awful time to have a headache. i have papers to write. i have to stay up writing them. i have to come up with 4 final project topics. i have to order a book, read it, and write a paper on it in less than 2 weeks. i feel like my boobs are so heavy that they pull on the muscles in my neck-strain. even with a bra on, the straps leave bruises. i can't win. you probably don't need to know that, but you won't because your're not actually reading this. how do you tell someone that you want them to eliminate the possibility of the two of you being together and learn to be a friend? a friend ONLY. i did, but i don't think he cares or payed me any mind. i could blame myself, but i won't because i'm not at fault. i could knock this paper out of the stadium in a few minutes if i wasn't suffering from a massive headache. grrr. okay, enough rambling.

love.