- while my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun +
020305 | 11:54 a.m.
i don't have enough time for anything. i cut my work hours to one shift a week, and already, all of that extra time has filled up with other things. i'm already skipping classes to study for other tests, already skimming chapters because i have more reading to do than humanly possible. my favorite class is only one day a week, and every tuesday and thursday i have to deal with a man who will not let us have an opinion other than one that perfectly matches his.
i want more time with him... for pictures and movies and coffee and music and non-school reading. i want to stay up late playing poker with them and then sleep until noon.
i want school to be over. i want the next three months to pass quickly.
and to the caverns of tomorrow
with only our flashlights and our love
we must plunge
we must plunge
we must plunge