my head is throbbing, there's a horrible taste in my mouth, i do not understand maths at all, i ate too much, i have a ridiculously bad cold, i hate medicine/tablets yet am being forced to take them, i can't stop shivering and i'm wrapped in a blanket but it makes no difference, i'm behind in all my classes, i cannot concentrate, i feel like shit, whinge whinge whinge

life's hard for a meagan.

the things i do for other people

i'm so sick of never being able to put myself fucking first. i'm fucking ill, i can't fucking talk and yet you insist on making me do everything for everyone because 'its expected of me'. i hate the way i let everyone around me manipulate me into doing their bidding, its just weak of me but i'm clearly not the one at fault here.

yeah, i just want to die right now.
that is all.

vagueness is lameness.

i mean, why bother talking at all? your words are so blurred with indistinct meaning, i simply want communication that doesn’t entail ambiguity and half words. is it that much to ask for something real? i'm existing in exasperation, i wish everyone would just say what they fucking mean and mean what they fucking say.

maybe













one day



i'll learn from my mistakes.








i'll cross out what i don't know
















but i'm not sure how long it'll take.

it's in your blood

i can't stay over you. it seems we drive forever but can never get away from here, just one more try. i'm guessing you are over me, i guess it's bravery. well cause it's black out the window while you sleep in the passenger seat. it's gone.



this can't be how you live.