49. Lose Inhibition For Esteem, An Acronym.

I no longer share friendship with a certain someone. I miss her. I'm hungry, just woke up. Schoolwork, the death of me. This water goes down my throat like wet pristine air. I inhaled and I exhaled and I felt the anger come in and go out. J-i-l-l S-c-o-t-t, representing North Philly. The immediate sky around my skin is like a too-thin grey blanket you keep in the attic for backup. I don't want to be responsible, I want to lay all day and think all night. I want thoughts to flow through my brain like bottled soda on a conveyor belt. Unbroken staccato. Life throws rocks at me like I did something wrong and they feel like heavily buttered popcorn, some stick to my shirt. My roommate's snoring beside me and I stifle my laughs. It feels good to be alive.