Seventeen

I dragged my feet on the carpet as the sun quickly rose out of my drapes to pour on my bedsheets. The sun just felt like another lonesome emotion...

I cannot stop listening to the Counting Crows, sitting here, contemplating my life like an 80 year old woman.Wishing I'd done more... looking at how far I've gotten all for nothing. My sentence structure is fucked up. My mind is splattered. My hands feel like arthritis. I think I left my soul somewhere else. Or mailed it somewhere better than here. I can't remember...