Angry Lauren.

I've been worrying in my sleep, I wake up and the sheets are a mess, the slick comforter is a mess, the pillows are a mess. There is so much room next to me; I'm searching, searching, searching.
I feel uneasy today, a definite switch from the bliss that controlled my actions yesterday.
Uneasy isn't even the right word. I'm mad. Fucking mad. I have the house to myself, my music is loud, and I'm mad. Fucking mad.
I want to tear apart this room, and throw everything out. Deny I have a past, a present, a future. I've made so many mistakes in my nineteen years of life. I'm cynical because you've made me this way. I'm cynical because I've made me this way.
Newton is scumbag city, and I need to get out. There is a thirty-one year old who is more immature than my little brother. I hate your clothes, I hate your music, I hate your games. Sorry, friend, but Copeland can only bring us together for so long.
Is it time to get out? There's something in the mailbox, that's being sent away. I'm drinking my caffeine cold this morning, and it's making me sick. Or maybe you're making me sick.

Listening To:
Girl From The North Country-Lions.
Where You Came From-Robert Francis.
Map Of The World-Monsters Of Folk.
Bad Romance-Lady Gaga.
Coffin Factory-The Mumlers.
Everyday-Vetiver.
Don't Tell Your Eyes-Joseph Arthur.
Salvation-The Cranberries.
When You're Gone-The Cranberries.