You have something on your face.

I'm done.
Done with being bored.
Done with not having anyone to talk to.
Like REALLY talk to.
It doesn't really matter I guess.
Don't have anything to actually talk about.


State of the Union
My phone is going to be taken away today.
My hair looks crappy right now.
I cant get the sweater I want.
I don't have any conditioner.
I sucked at state testing.
Macbeth is still unread.
And yet,
I have a comfortable place to sleep.
I have things to keep me warm.
I have the power to shower.
I have a cool phone.
I have food to eat.
I have memories.
I have music.
I have God.