The day I went into physics class it was death.

Look at that ugly dead mask here and do not forget it. It is a chalk mask with dead dry poison behind it, like the death angel. It is what I was this fall, and what I never want to be again. The pouting disconsolate mouth, the flat, bored, numb, expressionless eyes: symptoms of the foul decay within.

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can

I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.

I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.