baby it's too late.

and i am tired.
i spent all night making paper flowers, just wondering how many more nights i have to waste before i matter again.
waking up in the morning is so depressing. luckily, if i sleep all day, night shows up faster and i feel better sooner. i have come to the conclusion that daylight was just not designed with me in mind. thanks alot, god.

"I R stuck in park."
is what my uncle used to say.
i certainly feel that way now.

there are things i want to talk about. opportunities that i want to take. and i can't seem to find the right mountain to stand on so that everyone can hear when i cup my hands over my mouth and just yell.
not to mention. . .it really sucks knowing that i can't call up jimmy john's now (at one in the morning) and bribe them with jello shots and weed to ensure that my sandwich arrives before noon the next day. hypothetically speaking, of course.


i miss my life.