I Can't Tell If You're Laughing - Between Each Smile, There's A Tear In Your Eye

I'm listening to PAPER WINGS, by Rise Against. I've made this account on GrooveShark, and you can create custom lists of music to stream. I'm loving it.

Well, today is a snow day. I should be excited - more time to write and all that - but I'm not. This just means that they have to extend the school year because of all the snow days.

And my sister is having a fit because she wanted to go to school today. Of course! She HAS to have something to cry about. Yesterday, it was because she DIDN'T want to go, and NOW, she wants to!

I'm in the middle of Chapter 21 in my story, Electricity. I'd tell you more about it, but no one really wants to read it, so i'm not going to.

*sigh* I feel alone. I stopped talking to people a while ago. The only one I talk to now is D., and I haven't answered his e-mail in a few days, and I think he's mad at me. And his life is going along so perfectly - hanging out with friends, has a girlfriend . . . I don't want to be a burden on him.

Man, it sure is snowing out there. Like, a lot.

man, my entire family is having a fucking attitude. And I can't even express myself. Last night, I said 'freaking' in front of my mom, and she got all pissed, like it was a cuss word. And Lord knows that I've said far worse on life.

One last thing, I beg you please,
Just before you go.
I've watched you fly on paper wings
halfway round the world until they
burned up in the atmosphere
and sent you spiraling down
Landing somewhere far from here
With no one else around
To catch you falling down.
And I'm looking at you now.

And I can't tell if you're laughing
Between each smile there's a tear in you eye.
There's a train leaving town in an hour.
It's not waiting for you - and neither am I.

~Jink