Dear so and so
Gather me up because I'm lost
Or I'm back where I started from
I'm crawling on the floor
rolling on the ground
I might cry I won't go home

I am turning up in circles
And I'm spinning on my knuckles
Don't forget that there are
circles left undone
And very close to me
Forgive me comfort me
I'm crawling on the floor
rolling on the ground

There's a blanket
wrapped around my head
I'm moving in a line that's shaped like this
I'm holding in my breath I have a room
Can you tell if I am lying
Don't forget I'm living inside
the space where walls and floor meet
There's a box inside my chest
An animal stuffed with my frustrations
Can you hear me?

Don't forget that I'm alone when
you're away
You make me act like other people do
forgive me Comfort me You comfort me
You make me die I'm gonna cry
I won't go home

Don't kill the god of sadness
Just don't let her get you down
See the man inside this book I read
can't handle his own head
So what the hell am I supposed to do ?
I wonder how he died
My hands are shaking
don't you love me anymore
I only need a person, keep my shoulders
Stand around lie down
move your hand above the floor

Gather me up because I'm lost
Or I'm back where I started from
I'm crawling on the floor
rolling on the ground
I'm gonna cry you look for me

Love Kristin
P.S. keep them coming

anyhow. first day of classes. bah. you know, it's so easy to get excited and make all sorts of good intentions and promises, and smile on the bus and unpack all the pretty notebook paper that you found unused in old notebooks the night before and ripped out and put in a folder and beamed coz it saved you a few dollars, and bring out the pen and raise your hand when your name is called on the roll.

it's a lot harder to come through when you've failed a required class and has to re-take it with the same teacher, and then ask another teacher from last semester why you didn't receive a grade yet and get the response "oh, i have a grade for you alright, but you were not registered in my class. sort it out elsewhere."

not registered? huh? so i asked anoooother teacher and find out that for some reason, i was not registered for the pop culture class i attended all last semester. i also find out that it IS that teacher's responsibility to tell me so while we're still in the semester, and that it is also his responsibility to write a letter and testify that i did attend. so. blah.

it's really hard to smile, and it's really daunting to look at the to-do list right now. but alas.

i have things to do.