i'm the next act, waiting in the wings. i'm an animal trapped in your car. you're all i need.

i can't log into my governor's school email, i'm not ready for midterms, i'm not ready for a physics test on friday, my ipod doesn't work, i'm fed up with choir, i'm dead tired, and for the first time in forever, i let down optimism's curtain. i'm starting to expose the caged beast they hid to pacify the masses. i'm starting to get fed up with the masses who are scared of the beast and too caught up in everything else to change its state. i don't hate the ugliness of society, i hate the apathy toward starting it. i'm tired of lying, thinking everything in this world is grand. i'm tired of putting up with people who couldn't care less. 

speaking of tired, i would be thinking differently if i weren't tired. like mama always said, i'm a real bitch when i'm sleepy.