The Virgin Suicides

Time like this I feel more alone than ever. Only an hour and a half to my mum's birthday. Where's the hype? Probably got buried deep down there under the stress and the list of gazillions other things to worry about.
Am I falling for the wrong person again? Am I even falling? Too much of methods and effects from literature I might as well use hyperbole in every statement I make.
To be true, to really dig deep into that confused head of mine, I'm not. I'm just desperate of thoughts to fill the empty void.
Man, every inch of my body is now rigid and aching, also plus the ceaseless flow of blood from my uterus. FUCK MY LIFE.
At least I got good grades for Chem and Math today. Well not exactly great, but there's room for improvement. Actually behind all of this bullshit, the mark is just to confirm that I'm not actually that stupid, maybe there's still a chance for me to survive life. Maybe.
I kinda miss talking to Justin. Behind that jerky attitude, I actually had loads of fun with him.

I'm so tired I feel paralysed.
Can't wait for Guetta. That better takes my mind off of things. Unnecessary things that sometimes ruin my mood for no reason.