torrential downpours

i try to be happy. even when there are torrential downpours and unfinished papers. but at times i am paranoid. i think everyone is only pretending to be my friend. they're all secretly plotting my downfall. no one actually cares. they leave me out on purpose. is it because i don't bring enough to the table? is it something i did? (is it someone i slept with?)

when i say torrential i mean sheets of rain that you can't avoid. i'm talking cats and dogs. i'm talking it's raining men those drops are so thick. it's like a fucking monsoon out there. i'm looking at it from my window and thinking about my unwritten paper and i can't breath. two hours until i have to leave for class and i'm writing the wrong thing.

and i just want a certain guy who is 700 miles away to call me again. i love to here his Indiana twang through the phone.