it's the apathy that calls them here-

another day gone;

my week of tranquility is rapidly sifting through the fingers of time, and soon i will find myself seated in a desk during fourth period english, having the longing to bang my head against the desk until i black out.

i honestly hate sundays, you need to start winding down for school, you cant stay up late, and you're more than likely to end up doing chores and other mindless, droning shit that nobody wants to do.

therewego.

deluded into false hope;

dumbfounded. naive. nobody else knows anything about anything at all, except you. you've found the one. you swear up and down you two were made for each other. you see the other girls, but it doesn't bother you one bit. you put your full trust into him. you've tricked yourself into believing you love him, you really do. 

you know it cant possibly be true,

you know that pipe dreams keep you hanging on,

to a string of hope, 

that perhaps he really could love you.

and somehow,

it gets you through the day.

you stupid girl, all you had

you wasted on him.