Not quite completely reduced to happiness, but the remainder is intangible. At least I have never felt it.
The unexpected fills in enough of the gaps these days.
For the past month or so things have seemed so right, but not quite right.
Just right enough not to notice-which is perfect. I can live with this.
It's like sensible emptiness, at least that is how it has been going through my head.
I hope I can be like one of those people who make sense to me when I am older.
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I really need to go to a concert. Who wants to see either Say Anything (on the 13th) or Mike Doughty and the Polyphonic Spree (on the 16th) with me? Everything is still cool if no one wants to come with me. I would try to understand.
Florence-last summer