on the bathroom floor

I feel stuck. A poser. I have a half the mind to stay back tomorrow to mug it out cuz I know I'll sleep when I go home. Where's the bloody trap door when you need it.

I wish I could just fly to Glastonbury now. I need some spiritual experience. Some life-changing thing. I'm working in the wrong way, wishing for things I know are not mine to have.

I want to tell you something but you don't get it. I thought you were pretty smart. How can you not get what I'm saying? You're just too blinded by your own sight. I don't even know why the hell I'm talking to you here when I know you're not reading this.

I really don't know why I care so much.