just that gloomy weather
floating uselessly around california trying to decide if we're going to head east via seattle or los angeles. we're smack dab in between the two right now and it's cold... colder in washington, but we've already been through the bottom states just recently.
i might be losing it. the mere image of urban sprawl has been sending me into hysterics, and lo and behold, it's everywhere. coming out of the drunken daze of the past oh, i don't know, five years of my life the drama of our dying planet is kicking my ass. the redwoods are amazing. i guess there is nothing further i can express on this subject in words, but it sure is depressing. i like to listen to norwegian black metal and think about, while it rains. (jokes i say!) i'm going through one of those real hermit like disgusted with people phases. i guess that's what i get for not drinking.
i've begun to dread the return to maine with a creeping realization that nothing ever stays the same and with all the bridges i've burnt there i'm scared there will be nothing but bad memories and awkward hellos to come. i've already figured out who my real friends are but i'm still playing along. visions of lazy summer days have been replaced by anxiety probably stemming from reality. past all angsty worries i won't be there for more than a few weeks anyways so who gives a fuck. among all of these complaints i am happy generally, just more or less disenchanted.
i want a fucking puppy.
i quit smoking a while ago.
fragments of my wasted mind.
i might be losing it. the mere image of urban sprawl has been sending me into hysterics, and lo and behold, it's everywhere. coming out of the drunken daze of the past oh, i don't know, five years of my life the drama of our dying planet is kicking my ass. the redwoods are amazing. i guess there is nothing further i can express on this subject in words, but it sure is depressing. i like to listen to norwegian black metal and think about, while it rains. (jokes i say!) i'm going through one of those real hermit like disgusted with people phases. i guess that's what i get for not drinking.
i've begun to dread the return to maine with a creeping realization that nothing ever stays the same and with all the bridges i've burnt there i'm scared there will be nothing but bad memories and awkward hellos to come. i've already figured out who my real friends are but i'm still playing along. visions of lazy summer days have been replaced by anxiety probably stemming from reality. past all angsty worries i won't be there for more than a few weeks anyways so who gives a fuck. among all of these complaints i am happy generally, just more or less disenchanted.
i want a fucking puppy.
i quit smoking a while ago.
fragments of my wasted mind.