Like a mime between "XYZ".

Trying to find the end of today and don't even knowing where it started, maybe it was at 8:00 when I woke up and jumped from my bed to the shower and from the shower to the table - I had to study. I spent the whole morning on the books, did two lessons and shit: Yayy!!!! - Got the sarcasm? - Then I went ot my highschool just to clear up my mind, but it just stayed the same. I went to skul at 4:00 and had "VidaCristiana" that somehow I turned it into calculus, then I had "Seguridad" my day was bored and shit, the whole day with this sour in my mouth. I got home and ate pizza - Yeah, yeah, I know pizza rocks - and now I'm here after fistfights and bottleswar.

Lot of things to say today, the more I study the more I realiza I don't want to. Gooshh, I'm good at math, I know that; I have great grades, I've always had; I can kick anyone's ass in a speeching and quickthinking; I got a 99% in my aptitude test which means I can study any-fucking-thing I want to... but fuck it!, having it like a mule doesn't mean u have to do porn, right Kummar?
I'm tired of this, I'm a fucking artist - - I've always been one, it's in my soul, in my blood and inside me, I can't fight it... and sooner or later it'll come out and kill this me I am.

From X to Z - Talking about planes, not about Xzibit. How come is this thing getting over me? ...like a rush, like a take over. I don't know myself anymore. I got so weak by the fact u're dissappearing and even knowing u're right, knowing u're on ur way to the right choice, I just can't take it or handdle it. I (heart) U... and that's all that matters to me, although falling in love never was on my plans.


Ps...
Need a secret place...