Today...

We're supposed to go swimming.
I'm gonna open myself up to being hurt.
I'm gonna be hurt (I can already tell).
Very little is going to pass through my lips.
I may eat some tuna (100 calories for a can of it).
That feeling of hunger will stay, feeling like it's eating away at me.
My highs and lows amuse me.
I don't wanna go back under.
I wanna stay here, losing and losing.
I'm gonna ask J.P. out again.
I realize that she will say no, that she's hung up on someone else.
I don't really care.

*Tip: All of those were supposed to start with "Today..."