This is me

A silhouette in a world of daylight, leaning in and out of the threads of reality. I can't tell what is real and what is false. Like a wounded solider I lean on the shoulders of my friends for the support I'm desperate for, starving for.
Wow. This is lame. I'm absolutely not in a creative mood. I'm more in a 'bored, lame, bland high school student' mood. I'm extremely tired, but of course there's no sleeping at this point. I'm having a difficult time not biting my nails. I haven't in 2 weeks, which is record! Ahaha and no one cares- almost. I suppose because this is my space I can write whateva I want, which is special. So, if I want to muse about absolutely nothing, I can :P Does this also mean I can use the language I want? Hah, there are several problems with that. Ugh I SUCK at musing. At least I could say something that maybe I care about or others. whatev, molly-out.